Heart served with Shandy

the rumor that's told is she snacks on men's soul's, mid-morning eats heart served with shandy

surely she sees that it's his blood that streams from her fingers that drip crimson bleeding 

cursed with a sickness, spit curses like stick em', slicing like hot knives through butter sticks

remained close for months and then poof she was gone preferring the cold found in Denver 

the secret that floats is he shouldered their load then clocked in at night as her minion 

excuses were poached and got dealt back as hope abused by their differing opinions 

sounds of them happy like echo's gone missing lost roaming beyond what time holds

that's all that I know, heard she feeds on men's soul's, mid-morning eats heart sipping shandy.