Rose petals, rose petals, are falling, are falling,
crimson and cinnamon in color and texture.
These veins arent so skilled at holding their water,
arteries pumping dust into hopeless vessels.
Its a change that you made to my friendly demeanor,
Im the same, no Im not, but what is the difference?
My nerves just like steel, except inside a tornado.
Im shielding my eyes, who knows how hard shell blow?
And Ive ached for days to craft you this pop song.
Id swallow razor blades if you didnt dance along.
Ill perfect this cadence to be the force that drives you.
You cant see through yourself, but I scribble words because I dig you.
With cares further than youll ever know,
like intestines stretching down the road,
I cant seem to sleep at night
when youre molesting my mind.
Please hold my hand while I walk through this,
my friends are hanging from tree limbs,
every day with you is a new torment,
I cant keep track, cant keep track.
Id swallow nails to get away from you,
Id chase a beer with super glue;
you dont even understand the demented things you could make me do.
Ill utter, nay whisper, a sorry I dont mean,
and lie on your couch and contemplate everything.
The tattoos, the piercings that you think will define you.
Some day I swear a math problem on my ankle.
Ill toss around words like love while in containment,
but these walls could attest to the things we dont mention.