FLOWERS Lyrics

Spent like coffee grounds, poured over and poured out

Discarded feelings drip down drains all day

Keeping a closed mouth feels better in some ways, but not always

You knock in the morning from the wilderness daymares

And I open the door, you say "Is there room in the inn here?"

I want to say no, because I'm scared of what you'll let in but

In my depression there are many rooms

Each day the antagonist of whatever this is

Sews another stitch into the sides of my mouth

And one day it's going to be enough to keep the air out

But for now

Wrath like flowers, upon my brow