Flowers °•. ✿ .•°

I left you some flowers, but now they're all dead

I may just imagine things, sorry in advance

I remember the day I got on that train and just went

I cried on the way, some guy asked if I was okay

I left you some flowers and I'm taking them back

Don't need no mourners, no tears, just black

And I'd still call you only to share my sight

I'm scared of my vision and just want you to hold me in your arms

But what I won't forget is my face against yours

And we would fly to the stars, seek what is left

Of what fires our light, of what makes us wanna stay