Fluorescence A.D. 1429: Burning The Body Of Joan Of Arc, Or

So I burnt down my first lemonade stand
Years later hung myself with a necktie
I stole my inspiration from a lonely ghost road
Someday this curse will catch up with me
And someday I will fit my memoirs in the palm of your hand

Meredith, Meredith
Someday I will fit my memoirs in the palm of your hand
And they will accompany you as you give up hope
And Meredith
All my life you'll be humming lullabies into my ear
In such a disjointed and quivering melody
And on my deathbed you'll be screaming repentance to the rhythm of my slowing heartbeat
God, I have never known a thought so lovely
God, I have never known a thought so fucking beautiful