My renegade prince
Is holding a noose
Made of wild flowers

Beckons to me
What is it, darling?
Don’t you like the necklace I’ve made?

It’s not that it’s just that I thought
daisy chains would never be enough
To convey the love
I just want your love

And he smiles, this wicked ****** smirk
And says my darling, then that’ll never work
I’ve made another of yellow roses and buttercups,
He says take my hand, try it on

It tightens as he brushes my hair back
I see discarded daisies scatter, he’s humming our song
Where it just fits his fingers take up the slack
Then I know that he knows, those petals are all I'd wanted all along

If I’d never asked for more
If I didn’t cry at the sight of them slipping away
My darling how is it? as pretty as your vices
As precious as our love is?
How could love be wrong?

My renegade prince
Is holding me
Made of wild flowers and sin

and we are lovers,
daisy chains
made for each other

No matter the meadows
we lay in