Canary

Hold me
I’m falling down like a sequoia tree
Don’t slip
I will never forgive you
If only
I had a plan a comfortable exit
I’d bet
She would never be leaving

You will never believe it
She will never believe it
I can't believe it
We will never be leaving

So rich
Smelling good like a magnolia tree
So fit
A canary in season
Loaded
Is the meaning of this dead metaphor
So sick

You would never believe it
You will never believe it
She will never believe it
I can't believe it
We will never be leaving