You're More of a Sunflower Than a "Rose."

You came back to this city

Heartbroken and healing when we met

You came back to this city

These old ghosts brave no graves and curse out names

You came back to this city

Stories so familiar from my least favorite books

Movie-like playback of the night

You ran your fingers across my bare back

To tell me those three little words

Encrypted symbols with no voice

I watched here's hoping fad from my crossed fingers

These old ghosts brave no graves and curse our names

I've smoked so many since you've been gone