Marissa Nadler Brittle Crushed & Torn
Many were the years I was brittle, crushed
And tore your name from leaf hearts
And blades of grass that were lost in the haze
And it's funny he still loves me
And it's funny he still loves me
Call her name, she dreams of you
Send her your regards
In the flesh is what I want
But no, you're a weak man now
Where did you go, fantasy
Were you lost in the haze
Were you free
Life is a rambling end
When you are gone
When you are gone
When you are gone
