Tied to the sun
I spread myself amongst the weeds and drink from above
Tethered to the moon
I plant my feet into the earth and sink to its womb
Bleach black white night
Her voice lilting raises me for good
Numb lips fingertips
But the flowers here don’t grow as they should
Oh here it comes
The possibility of warmth unearths me right now
Tethered to the moon
I plant my feet into the earth and sink to its womb
Bleach black white night
Her voice lilting raises me for good
Numb lips fingertips
But the flowers here don’t grow as they should
think I told you once before
Apprehension locks my door
Fake flowers for your concern
Leave me licking all these sores
Or spin me a web of empathy
Just knit your fingers through your hair
Because it hurts so good
To know you’re unaware
A bouquet for your concern
I’m paling in the sun
I shake a hateful fist
At every single orange strip mall fascist
And their spray tanning baptists
And it hurts so good
But not as good as this
As I scold my tongue for these scalding words
Please slap me on the wrist
A bouquet for your concern
Apprehension locks my door
I think I told you once before
Someday I’ll look you in the eye
And I’ll cry another lie
Synthetic spring blooms on the walls
And hushes tangled breath
It never felt so good
No clime can sway me now
A bouquet for your concern