Flowers

This is where I lose control
To my family, I wish I wrote to you
But you can’t listen anymore

And I am less than skin and bones
I’m complex, color coded, torn in two
And I get pissed when you ignore me as I

Stand outside your house
Pluck all your flowers out
Stand outside your house
And tap all your windows down

This is where I lose my soul
There’s a woman here who says that I am home
But I don’t feel safe anymore

From past mistakes to broken dreams
I’m the quantitative sum of what you think
But I can’t make sense anymore as I

Stand outside your house
Pluck all your flowers out
Stand outside your house
And tap all your windows down


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