[Clover]
Circles of sorry's crowd my head
Words that I never said
Did I do this?
Did I push you away?

All of my friends never stay
And that's true
That's a fact I always knew

You reach for a world that you can't see
You bleed out on pages just to be free
You say it's art, your friends agree

If you were hurt why didn't you tell me?
Art isn't real life, Kennedy
And that's true
And I'm scared I did this to you
Did I do this all to you?