I went to her house   She had relics everywhere   From her line she said to him   Things she couldn't share      Said that she had died before   I couldn't quite believe her   She always seem concerned   About how I would perceive her      She held onto her memories   She had a fruited seed   She always seemed corruptible   Her house was always clean      She used to walk with confidence   Style, down and empty street   Now she just walks quickly   Staring at her feet      Then I saw her yesterday   She still seemed really proud   Her eyes were red her brain was dead   She was talking really loud      She caught a look at me   With the corner of her eye   I left town in a submarine   Before I made her cry