orange and blue and green and tattoo

I FEEL OK BUT I MISS THAT BITCH. WHOM LOOKS LIKE A WITCH. Come home to me, and then you'll see, that by this side is the place for thee. Wicked wicked west is where we'll go. Tricky trick nests is what we'll make. What was once your creation is now my room. Ill see you soon beneath this gruesome moon. The one above the hills. The hills of holly, the hills of wood. Stand still, you spit so good.