Blue Flower

You’re slow like a moment in between all the things that I have been
As the camper van floats off the road
You’re held down by millions of strings, tie yourself to everything
Not enough to keep you on the road

We are sinking, we are falling through
Sinking in the foam and blankets too
See it in the floor, hear it in the door

I watch when you leave behind the lights, push your skin into the night
Try your hardest not to breathe at all
You wave to the shapes from on the rise, only there for broken eyes
I’m alone when you are there with them

We are sinking, we are falling through
Sinking in the foam and blankets too
See it in the floor, hear it in the door

Oh there's no cracks for your fingers
You crawled to the windows and tried
It's just another glowing home that you will never be allowed inside

Woah...