And No One Said "No"

Does this still remind you of the season where the trees shed all their leaves?
Well, isn't that just terribly ironic?
So pull the poem off the paper from the drawer where you keep your letters.
Let's try to fit these words you've written to these chords.
Take these leaves and bury me beneath your sheets.
I promise not to make a sound.
You and me, you know that we never had a chance 'cause I can't breathe when you're around.
I plan on making you believe that I am more than wilting leaves that fall off from the shaking trees in fall.
I'll be the blood dried on your cheek that stains your sheets while your asleep; the scars that hide beneath your sleave from all.
Take these leaves and bury me beneath your sheets.
I promise not to make a sound.
You and me, you know that we never had a chance 'cause I can't breathe when your tongue's in my mouth...
Someone call the mortician to piece this death together.
And no one said "no" sliding down your throat.
And no one said "no" sliding down my throat.
I will never be 18, oh no!
I will never be 18, but I am and you were.
Now I am older than you were then, whatever that means.
[Please treat me like the monster I am inside, whatever that means.]
These songs won't save my life.
[I am so tired of being this sick. I'm so sick. And as far secrets go, I think that I love this, you know? And that's so, so sick... God, I am so, so sick.]
No, these songs won't save my life, but how I wish they could just bring me back to life.
[And I have heard that sex is all the rage these days.]
Am I dead or am I alive?
Am I dead or am I dying?
Oh, I am so alive.
But you know I'll die before you die!