I always pray that it will never come to this
But if the day ever comes
when the last petal falls
I will be hiding far away from myself

The morning it falls
Ill starve myself and lock the door
Carve my self from you and all of your senses
On the stomach you always touch up all the way to my throat

The evening sun
Will take me to the kitchen where i used to prepare my love
How do i do things i do without you?
Everything without you left quite an ugly bitter aftertaste

I am thinking baby maybe
Ill keep myself away
From all the bottled red and blue on the shelves
But now, now could i even tell what is real and what is not?

On that day
I will cry myself a stellar river
Drowning every inch of my sense
Will it clean myself from you?

In another live
I will put everything on the line
That time around
I'll make sure that
I don’t have to write this stupid poem