"Bailey’s her name and there’s a price she takes. Blurring lines while she ruthlessly raised the stakes. And there’s a mess that she made. We kiss on the mouth with hearts that were bound and gagged. The news was broke the witness was the Cascades. Do you remember me? ‘Cause there’s a piece of my mind in a field of dandelions. Do you remember me? ‘Cause there’s a tale I tell. It’s made of rain and hell. We will seldom speak, and we will rarely talk. Bailey your secret’s known. She weeps in the brush alone. Loss wed to despair, in love when her womb was bare. We kiss on the mouth with hearts that were bound and gagged. The news was broke the witness was the Cascades. A kiss, a touch, our bodies became arsonists to will and brains. To him the cold hearted thing was she came demanding rings. The day was mute and hot. We will rarely talk. I’m just where you left me alone by them lilacs."