Mimosa

Is it sad when the people who gave
you the best memories, become a memory?

I understand that you can't explain so I shan't trouble you to even
try. Cause sometimes,
what we're looking for comes when we're not looking at all.
Bloodied fists and broken glass –
my hate and rage will clash at last.

We can't choose what stays or what fades away.
Perhaps the rain is a chance for the lonely to be touched.
My heart and mind is torn, within my soul I face the harshest storms
Perhaps the rain is a chance for the lonely to be touched.

I was tired of saying sorry, so I figured I'd just say goodbye.

Discovered that I question myself more than
before and I've got the deepest shades of blue.

And in the furthest reaches of my consciousness,
there's a flame that flares and burns at the edges.
And it's dancing back and forth as it slowly screams
upon my skin. Scar me with you tenderness – burn away!

So if I died tomorrow,
what'd be the one thing that you need me to know?
When we don't know who to hate, we turn and hate ourselves instead.
So if I died tomorrow,
what'd be the one thing that you need me to know?
And when my spring arrives,
the flowers conceived are all yours to take.
There're all yours to take.

We can't choose what stays or what fades away.
Perhaps the rain is a chance for the lonely to be touched.
My heart and mind is torn, within my soul I face the harshest storms
Perhaps the rain is a chance for the lonely to be touched.

You are terrifying and strange,
and beautiful – and it's something not everyone knows how to love.

And when I pause to take in every inch of this view,
I'm terrified when I quiver at thoughts of you.
Like a man that waits in tender lunacy,
for the answers that reside in nowhere else but only his dreams.

I know what giving up feels like, I wanna see what happens if I don't.
Cause when the world comes caving in,
I'm confused to what I think I should do.
I know what giving up feels like, I wanna see what happens if I don't.
cause when the world comes caving in,
I wanna know what happens if I don't.

And in the land of the heartless, the unloved is king.
I wear my heart on my sleeve for
the man in the mirror to stop and see