She has become more than a myth to me. She has become less than a life to me. I can already see, she will be the end of me. I am in fucking disgust. I am fucking furious. Twenty four seven. Those soft green fields and that upturned cathedral have taken me away again. Don't think badly of me now, for letting you down. Those soft green fields and that cathedral. I knew better than to follow you. I knew better than to follow you but I still did it anyways. I need eyes in the back of my head, because I don't know how this ends.