Flowers In Sand

Locked in a world of your wishful ways are you not sick of counting the days? i cannot tell you the way to feel you should hold onto what makes you real Bleeding the stone tasting the chrome the fake brittle plastics have molded to bone are you alone play me your song tortuous melodies scream from your home Yesterday couldn't return to me maybe I've thrown it away seems like it's been an eternity though it's just barely been days Now i don't see you anymore guess I'll keep my eyes to the floor Yesterday could still be hurting me easy to focus on pain Septembers exit still burning me I told you it'd end the same Kept in the dark so much like your art begging so endlessly for restart I'm not content to play out this part I'll bury you with that piece of heart Cursed with the fear why are you here? all of these questions and not one is clear patience be damned this virtues a scam you wasted your water on flowers in sand