Buried In A Cornfeild..

4 months since I held you last Take me to lie in the feild of dead flowers- 4 months since you were mine- And my only friends are the scarecrows residing in this corn- 4 months since our lips collided- The long black train is looking more & more desirable- 4 months just leaves me dreading 4 more- Bears & Bugs are trapped in the dreamweaver- All these days, they run together like one- I long for the day I can see the rising of the sun- 1 year 4 months, since we sounded the alarms of goodbye- For 1 year and 4 months we've been living a lie-