Pinky Promise
Tall, strong oak tree
Tall, beautiful branches
I used to admire
Its fluttering leaves and supple wood
Only it is rotten on
The inside
Meet me at midnight, tonight
You bring the ropes,
I’ll bring the notes
I never break a pinky promise
We’re gonna flee this place
And leave ‘em speechless
At the sight of two corpses
Swinging from their tree.
The whispers in this town-
have always been too loud.
The things they say about
our kind of love,
We can run away together.
I’ll see you when the light grows dim.
We’ll pen our words for
the very last time.
And when the morning comes,
They’ll find us hanging
from the tree.
You and me.
And we are free to love in heaven.
It is this rotten soil that is keeping us apart.
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