Bouquet

I adjust the time For you to be here Bouquet is broken It's found on person A threat is sunken beneath the ocean And when the numbers count down to none Another sequence somehow begun And it's the note that stings And it's the prose that sticks And its question banging around the center of the one And it's the note that stings And it's the prose that sticks And its question banging around the center of the one And to no surprise (I adjust the time For you to be here) There'll be no surprise Reflecting eyes upon the surface What's beneath the water trailing out from sea I bet you know more that you sermon I'll leave you to the blankness It's more than you left me Please break the pattern, oh Don't go, don't go It's sucking on the more than the worthless Swept under the blanket That's where you met me It's bleeding innocent all over In a sense that matters Always just empty Gone for good And you taste my tears And we share our souls You can take that how you want I'm walking on my own I'm walking all alone