My nerves are on edge
My throats is dry
Are those thorns scratching my lungs?
Will I cough up petals?
I can't say I'll ever be over you
I'm just another tally for you
But you're a giant scar on my heart
And you're the flowers that grow
Inside my lungs
And you're the thorns that kill me slowly
But I'll keep these emotions
Until the flowers asphyxiate me
Or until the thorns pop my lungs
Or until the flowers wither because
You return
But I doubt that'll ever happen
So I'll let them take me.