I see a bad moon arising.

Fragment:

I gave our rings away

I wanted to throw them into the creek

but then they might haunt my new house

I hope your teeth fall out

Don't get me started on promises.

The Next Transformation:

I will not let anyone take advantage of me

anymore/ I'm gonna find me a reckless man

I know how to pick up the pieces, badger.

I've got whitecordsrunningthroughmyveins.

I hate photographs.