She met me at the gallows

Straight laced she was ready

With no signs of struggle 

She told me that she’d miss me

And that she’d hang around for awhile 

I agreed to her proposal

With no hesitation in my voice

A long time of running

But we’re not running anymore 

The judge

The jury

But why judge jury

When we’re the criminals

Held accountable

And now the tides are turning

With no hope

Or anything to hold on to

She says that there isn’t anything

To stop us from falling through 

For all of those to weak

To say and do what they actually think

We’re a spitting image

Of never backing down 

All I ever wanted was a reason to be remembered

All I ever needed was you

Hanging at the gallows turning blue 

The threads to every rope

To ever hold a head

Will always show of struggle

Covered. Stained in red 

The marks of strangulation

The rings that lace the neck

The drop upon acknowledgement

Then two fall perfect