goodbyes are always buried in her smirk and an unsayable i hope to see you again / but chamberlain isn't the coward who says oh not today my pigeon / and she, isn't the millipede that rolls over a tender smooch. she opens her eyes tomorrow, and while she's still blinded he sobs / let me see what you see, shreya / aroma, fear, and your heartbeat / when she lits the fire off her eyes she remembers what he's gonna say / you're sharper than your tongue. i'll keep a sword by my side, but you'll be my scabbard, and i'll always be here. when you can't find me, shreya, remember to look inside you.