you said you loved me, a single lilac among others. prettier, you said. sweeter, softer. you loved my delicacy, sense of solitude, my endearing growth. however, sprouts whither, and I find myself asking why must you always turn back to smell the roses.
My heart Is a happy drunk A little too open A little too optimistic It's over in the corner of the bar Playing poker Screaming at the top of it's lungs I'M ALL IN When it's never To this day Had a winning hand
My heart Is a sad drunk A little too lonely A little too caught up in tears It's over at the counter Forcing the bartender to take its keys Because it would rather not go home Than go home alone again
My heart Is a reckless drunk A little too unbalanced A little too impaired It's over by the door Making everyone nervous A little too good at scaring people away A little too far gone
Like you A little too far gone Turn your head Shuffle away and pretend you don't notice The breakdown of a heart Too drunk on feelings To know when to stop
I drained my heart of blood To paint you a picture And pulled myself To show it to you And once I finally did, You gave it a glance and said "uh..." (scratching your head lightly) "It's cute...but I'm just not a fan of red"