Laid out, puking in the back of a fancy bar.
You and your friends in the front booth
Laughing at my sweet naivete and its awkward gravity.
Three years, I saw the decimation of the world in you.
Messiah complex led a fickle flu
To see its antidote and end in you
But now I'm gonna leave you.

Eloise, you never meant that much to be.
Baby, please let go, my Eloise.
Let it bleed, let it freeze and fall apart in front of me.
My Eloise, you took the world from me.

So beautiful, the ugliness within you.
Last of three, baby of the family.
Spoiled to bits and rotten to the shining core you
And mad with power I've seen corrupt
The leaders of a nation
Stricken with the sickly imitation of a love
The Lord would never stitch.
You've got my cake. It's time to dine on the rich.

Band-aid. Just a bloody Band-Aid.
That's all I ever was to you, Eloise:
Just a soldier with a syndrome and dreams of children's screams.
You molded. You shaped like a God who loathes to create.
Band-aids. Two infected band-aids.
That's all we were to each other, Eloise.
Just a couple of stupid kids throwing a ball back and forth
Just to see who drops it first.
Well, think fast, killer.

You can't take when you gave it away.
You can't take when you never want to give it away.
You can't take it away.

So now I feel like a child again.