Lane's Comet

Lane it's time for you to meet your end Say goodbye On a comet lost and Stuck in time Your clock's ticking is up Chimes lighting your way Rose throne buttercup Path burning decay The way you're breathing's the only thing that I'm living for The only trinket that's even keeping my nights afloat You're pretty like a bouqet Sunday, you told me that you barely ate Monday, you lost it with the sound of me Tuesday, you Couldn't hear me Anymore And wednesday came but What for?