Pulling Petals

[Verse]
Every time I run out, the flower refills
Like doctors at hospitals stocking hourly pills
How do we kill something undead
Roaming aimlessly throughout the range of our head?
Waiting painstakingly to resurrect
Every time we think it's checked
To call this a love song would be wrong and incorrect
'Cause I can't decide whether I want it to be gone yet
But what even is it?
I've got no point of reference to settle my relentless inner division
'Cause I think, "Maybe be reckless and make a decision"
But whichever I make has no room for revision
I've gotten a version of screwing lives up
Mine and theirs both included
And it would probably go well if I tell them
But I also probably shouldn't... 'cause it also probably wouldn't
It's really conflicting feeling constantly sick and
Scared to take the risk of beginning fixing the wicked misgivings
That I never knew, surely if I'm just overthinking
But they may feel the same based off behavioral changes and different decisions that I've noticed in them
As does a friend
An odd word, or I notice they're tense
I haplessly sense what I think could be feeble attempts
To disguise their feelings up in constant pretend
But, at the same time, the same level of signs
Are presented for the opposite truth
And maybe I just overanalyze what I observe
But, at the same time, I can't remember the last time I was wrong
The problem is, this all applies to a wide range of women
I can't stay committed till one statement's driving me for focus
But, hocus pocus! I'm magically switched
And guiding myself directly off of a cliff
While I'm adding to the pile every second of the people
That I give one week of my life to, and then my life is moved on with
I wish I could find a person who stays in my brain
Well, maybe I can one day...
Oh, damn! You just did
Is this the way that my love-life starts to live?
One change when I say that I want to give
My time to you? Oh, wait, never mind! A new week just hit!
My rows only pedals through skate parks
Highs and lows never really stay far apart
They're more like race-cars
Go fast every time when I'm pressing the spacebar