Petrified Florist

A goofy Libra
A drafty car
I do believe you
I've stepped on my guitar
A borrowed bender
A liver ends
Until you've seen it
It's really just pretend

A coward's trade
A careful foray against the blade
A patent answer
I can't wait to get my hands on her

The closing of the door
The blistered buttered roar, oh
A callous even hand
In the village of the damned

A broken glass, a broken table
The spitting image, if I was able
A frightened bird
The written word is a daily logic
Has become absurd

And when you see her smile
Her life will fever for a little while
And I'll never ever leave her
My crippled friend



Credits
Writer(s): Wagner
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