I like roses and lilies cos I'm a cliche
Now let that sink in so you might remember one day
You're my foremost fore-mostly and I'm a wreck at best
You perfect sweet pleasant god of my life
Flowers burn my nasal passages
Oh how I yearn for the summer months to be done
Winters coming and I'm leaving indentations, everywhere I go
Easy to backtrack to the dating, when hope will come and blossom all over
And we love the fall, ochre, auburn and every shade of dry leaf.
Where your land lies, I dream in rows
Of corn and barley
To harvest plenty, fruitful prosperity
Where your land lies, I work hard get my hands dirty
To feel your earth moist and overwhelming
Where your land lies, I will be buried
Giving myself back to your soil,
Decomposing reminiscent of crops of bounty, grow tall and flourish skywards
Overgrown for insects and animals, scurry and bask
Tender is gratitude and a heart for the healthy.
Where your land lies
Is secret and hidden
And I am found wanting
Will keep on searching
Flowers burn my nasal passages
Flowers burn my nasal passages
Year in year out, my eyes swell at the very thought of it
But nothing is as beautiful as that first look
It's just so twisted that I can't keep it as sweet as it seemed and I have to sneeze and scratch all over my own skin
Well,
Flowers burn my nasal passages
And it's this recoiling that has me begging for the colder months
Instead of just taking and giving so freely
If you're taking then I'm giving indefinitely
I'll be the cup let you fill me up
I'll be the summit and I want you to climb
I just want be a lover
And I want to be a brother
I'm so sick of trying to fend for myself
Wrap me up in magic
My little featherweight featherweight
You're a fucking nightmare that I can not escape
My little featherweight featherweight
Yeah you are
My little featherweight featherweight
Yeah you are, yeah you are
My little featherweight featherweight
Your words not mine
You never set me free, I've been digging deep down won't accept defeat
I'm gonna dig dig dig dig myself out of this hole
Buried down at rock bottom nothing's gonna stop 'em walking all over you
You gotta dig dig dig dig yourself out of this hole
Dig dig dig yourself out of this
Dig dig dig yourself out of this
Dig dig dig myself out of this
Buried down at rock bottom nothing's gonna stop 'em walking all over you
You gotta dig dig dig dig yourself out of this hole
I like roses and lilies cos I'm a cliche
Now let that sink in so you might remember one day
You're my foremost fore-mostly and I'm a wreck at best
You perfect sweet pleasant god of my life
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