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