Flowers

You can look at a rose

Just any rose

Accept that it's perfect

Let it dry on the wall

But what is its purpose?

What is its purpose?

I could take in your eyes

Still never know

Bathe in the wind

To just watch it blow

To find that it's curtains

It's curtains for me

It's curtains for me

It's curtains

You were covered in ash

Holding our bones

Called out their names

The words just felt cold

You never came home

You never came home

Did I harbor the truth?

Was I talking in tongues?

Smoke covers my eyes

Covers the sun

Did you learn how to run?

Twisted up pines

It's carved itself in

Scars

I could take on the lies

Admit that I'm wrong

There was a place

Did you look to throw stones?

To build up a wall

To hide yourself in

To hide yourself in

Will you hide?

I could look at a rose

Unlike any rose

Petals will fall

How will it grow?

How you look at the surface

Just flowers mixed with leaves

Flowers mixed with leaves

Flowers