Bouquet

I adjust the time
For you to be here

Bouquet is broken
It's found on person
A threat is sunken beneath the ocean
And when the numbers count down to none
Another sequence somehow begun

And it's the note that stings
And it's the prose that sticks
And its question banging around the center of the one
And it's the note that stings
And it's the prose that sticks
And its question banging around the center of the one

And to no surprise
(I adjust the time
For you to be here)
There'll be no surprise

Reflecting eyes upon the surface
What's beneath the water trailing out from sea
I bet you know more that you sermon
I'll leave you to the blankness
It's more than you left me

Please break the pattern, oh
Don't go, don't go

It's sucking on the more than the worthless
Swept under the blanket
That's where you met me
It's bleeding innocent all over
In a sense that matters
Always just empty

Gone for good
And you taste my tears
And we share our souls
You can take that how you want
I'm walking on my own
I'm walking all alone