We picked the flowers and look at them with love, and care.
From each other's embrace - we could not shy away
The flowers were broken, as we were ourselves
because of my pain, your pain.

The flowers will reanimate
if only we plant them to germinate
This swinging rhythm of grey waves
shores up my existence.

And this fear is slowly going away
and this pain is being drained
Some times, I know it is just us again...
...new pains, though
...old strains, I should know!
I need to slay them all
I need to address them to know
They take away all of my fun
I am a slayer, what happened to my sword?
I am a star, what happened to my spark?
I got bigger, but then I went back to small

I love you - oh **** I do
But I'm stuck again
I'm stuck on our good days
I can see the pitch black
I can see the blinding light
but this smothering grey - I could never take

It's easy if you don't try.
It's easy to open your palms
to the light