Flower face // nostalgia

I've started to make sense of things, things that I haven't fully understood until now
It's strange, the simple things seem to bring such joy
A bird chirping in the morning or a group of people laughing through the night
The early morning's bed ridden colour that reminds me I should be asleep

Hook my arms into your love
So it's something that I can hold onto
The chains rattle, the gallows hollow, the skeletons in your room
Pace the floor, waiting for you

To come home, like the open books and the empty halls you knew
It's all dust boxed up memories and cinder

So I said, wrap your arms around my love
Keep me close, until the night is over until all the liquor falls
Down my eyes, through the floor, so it's somewhere far away from here
Am I a fool, did I talk like that, was there anything at all?

But It was just nostalgia with a mix of alcohol
But It was just nostalgia with a mix of alcohol

And it was morning, and you were never there at all
And it was morning, and you were never there at all
Flower face nostalgia, you were flower face nostalgia