Negative Flowers

Woke up, I felt fine
Don't blame anyone
The yoke of time

But a certain something plagues my mind
A certain someone of mine

And I've been thinking, too
Of marrying you while I'm black with the blues
Not the love I told you to

Water falls from the spines of the umbrella like an IV drip
I am cut up in her mind
Let me fall, let me slip

And how much will it take for me to fall awake?
And what cost for a mate?
(how much) Must I take?

Water falls from their eyes, mine arе fine
I'd drown in their brine
A stupid thought
Thе loving kind

"Fiona come closer, shut softly your watery eyes..."