Fools.

Tell me of the flowers and their smells
Anytime you're sick of waking up as someone else
Cook us both a breakfast
Pray for me to leave
Watching as an entire pot of boiling coffee's bereaved...
But I want to
Touch you
But I want to help you know yourself
Traumatize you for your health
As you gather up your stuff and turn around to make the bed before you go there's a shadow it's passing thru your window
It's following behind you
And nobody will mind you crawling in its mouth
To escape the throes that bind you
Everyone's in love with you and
No one wants to find you
Staring at a hardwood floor, unsure
If something's wrong

If something's wrong

--
What's tonight looking like for you?
I'll be free after 7:30 if you'd like to meet
Or not
There's no pressure
Just letting you know

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Tell me of the flowers and their names
Anytime we're locked up in the attic playing games
For the hearts of fools
Greywacke, precious metals and jewels
Monopoly money
Feeding cattle their brains
To pass the time we operate on different planes
You're never mine, you just walk through my veins
You pour coffee on me
And it's black and boiling
I presume you're taking the reigns...
But something's wrong

But something's wrong