Evergreen

You're happy on the weekends When your petals are still in bloom You give yourself a stomachache When you look in the mirror That you carry like a weight To the bathroom You're wearing a sweater When it's eighty degrees And when I ask you What it means You just pull down the sleeves And I am so in love with you But even more than that I'm in love with the way I know that you will hurt me I just want that so bad I've never wanted something more Than when your tired eyes met mine You are fragile You are tentative But I've got nothing But time for you