Nympheas

To you, lover, growing flowers on plexiglass

Your misspelled name in the papers, folded a crown for their savior

Burn the king and blaze your heart for us all

There was a crack

There was a hole in the window and all that danced was the dust

The dust and the feeling of abandon

You are the dancers in sunlight

The waltz of one million sparks

You are the sound of the choir

Singing the days ahead, rise on peculiar lust

I want to sing by your side, I want to burn this world down

All older romances claimed dibs on the truth

But nothing they say means a thing to you

Like a whole bunch of exes, they chant, "You'd better not forget"

Run, you run, you run, you run

No wonder why you feel so fucked up sometimes

You're chasing bright colors over dirty blues

Singing praises to everyone but you

There was a crack

There was a hole in the window and all I possessed was the dust

They put a price on its beauty

They put a price on its beauty

All older romances claimed dibs on the truth

But nothing they say means a thing to you

Like a whole bunch of exes, they chant, "You'd better not forget"

Run, you run, you run, you run

No wonder why you feel so fucked up sometimes

You're chasing bright colors over dirty blues

Singing praises to everyone but you