#fiona apple said it's time to cry

fionahaswings

fiona apple >> pale september

he goes along just as a water lilly
gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
unweighed down by passion or intensity
yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
and he finds a home in me
for what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap

and all my armor falling down
in a pile at my feet