Schizophrenic Flowers

I'm used to the shadows in my room
Lights hanging from the ceiling
The walls are pulsing with feeling
You hide behind that baby face
It all slipped away
I was looking out of place

Something inside you died
It was a vase on your desk
The flowers always wilted
We can find a reason
A reason to fight the rain
A reason to fight the pain

We can find a new reason to stay insane
In my head, I'd rather be someone else right now
We can stand here all alone

I'm hanging by a thread
I feel like your vase of flowers
But they're all dead
I'm floating above and fading away

I'm losing my thoughts
They pour down the drain
The windowsill calls my name
I'll think about it all night
I'll bleed out the dried flowers

A noose of dead flowers

Remember when you pressed those flowers?

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