Floaroma Town

I've been so tired Of spending precious time Surrounded by the haze Of condescending eyes A promise made My arrival back at home Would bring us face to face About how things had changed I've been so uncertain, I'm caught in your hold It feels so familiar, it's hard to let go I find it peculiar The scent of flowers when the hour turns gold The morning light swiftly blossomed to noon And soon I'll learn the sentiment you've held within Waiting in the sun, counting gravel in my driveway A foolish way to cope, a pointless task of hope Did you forget the date Or the invitation I gave I see your car and choke On words I haven't spoke You leap into my arms No longer opposed It leaves me dumbfounded And feeling exposed Emotions resurface Entranced by your glow Like opening curtains when the hour turns gold I'm still so uncertain, yet caught in your hold It feels so familiar, a cast in a mold I find it peculiar The scent of flowers overpowers This moment feels perfect, the time becomes slow It feels so familiar it's hard to let go Like a pose in the flowers, overpowers When the hour turns gold Standing in the sun Counting seconds in the driveway Enchanted by the glow When the hour turns to gold Standing in the sun Counting seconds in the driveway Enchanted by the glow When the hour turns to gold Enchanted by the—