If You’re Listening...

This rose I had painted red is resemblant of ill intent My palms are running ruby Every thorn decides to dig a little deeper each time Dare I pick another? A version of you caught up in floriculture Too busy to show your hands and Where the thorns left their marks on you In the same shape as the ones on mine, but You take the strongest breaths right out of me I want you to be everything you wanted Even if that doesn't leave any room for me If you need me, I'll be outside pushing daisies Just a stone's throw from your bedside at any given time The things that constitute as your feelings change more Than the weather in my home state I've dangled from this precipice before The kind of caution that drops a flower It's kind of funny in a sense of sighs, but Rely on me for an abrupt ending I want you to be everything you wanted Even if that doesn't leave any room for me If you need me, I'll be outside pushing daisies Just a stone's throw from your bedside at any given time I was so eager to tap into your head and taste the sweet side I'll just sour it all up in good time Do the devil's work through your enamel I will be okay Different, but okay I want you to be everything If you need me, I'll be outside pushing daisies If you need me If you need me Don't you need me