the girl in the white dress 

looks at me

 and I die a little 

she plays with her fingers 

tapping on mine. 

if I knew music 

I would've taken down the notes 

the girl in the white dress 

looks as clean as blood 

on my face when I cry 

she dances around like 

it's my funeral in her mind 

I wait for her, exhausted 

weary, out of breath. 

the girl in the white dress 

ruins my world 

and I'm standing afar 

watching it burn happily, 

in the hands of her

now take me home 

to the end of the world.