Everything she touched turned to death

She glared at the moonlight and recalled his speech

Filing away his words and lips for a blank day

The time had come to reevaluate her selfishness

She shakily smirked at her safety precautions

And fumbled with clumsy fingers

For a cigarette to kiss

She flicked her cigarette and turned abruptly

Tugging nervously at a strand of tangled hair

She prepares herself for tomorrow's funeral

Dwells on his mouth and sighs

"I can force my features to remain firm," she recited

And sucked smoke in melancholy

"I can forget the softness of his speech

And the trembling that occurred when I clasped him to me"

Everything she touched turned to death

Everything she touched turned to death, death, death

Everything she touched turned to death, death, death

Everything is melancholy

Everything is melancholy

Again, again, again

Again, again, again

Everything is melancholy

Everything is melancholy again