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