Flowers

Flowers falling From our ceiling Like papier-mâché Ever waiting Anticipation Pull us back and forth Face to face but No embracing Victims to a crime Sleepy soul Far from home Never gets a break Embers burning bright Stars without a light Counting down the time You'll be mine Hits I've taken Elevated Don't die butterfly Purple footage Smiley faces Show us where we've been Consequences Shoulder mentions Leave them awake behind All is grayed out Numbers faded Won't we get a chance Embers burning bright Stars without a light Counting down the time You'll be mine Wait up for me