Flowers in February
Dead petals in the wind, cut myself on rose thorns
Wrap it around my throat and squeeze until I pass out
Love will always lose and hate will always win
No love in these toxic women
Each one a bomb that shakes me to my core
I hate dealing with them, but I always ask for more
I'm guided by my lust, surrounded by disgust
I'll burn every single bridge after I'm done
Can't leave room for trust
Any semblance of a bond has to turn to dust
My love will turn to rust
Always filled with guilt but it's just what we discussed, look
It's just what we discussed
Dead petals in the wind, burn down a meadow filled with all the pretty flowers, I hope it all dies
Dead petals in the wind, burn down a meadow filled with all the pretty flowers, I hope it all dies
My happiness is a lie, starving artist and my world is filled with grey skies
Nip it in the bud before it sprouts, we were a perfect match
Maybe that's why we burned out, look
I'm the Devil, I'm the Devil, I'm the Devil on a hill
Overlooking a sea of dead meadows, I'm a black rose due to noxious soil
Cut out my tongue but blood isn't thicker than oil
Because these women aren't people but cogs in machines
Taught to make me catch feelings in a few weeks
I'm tired now, wake me up from this dream please
Wake me up from this dream
Wrap it around my throat and squeeze until I pass out
Love will always lose and hate will always win
No love in these toxic women
Each one a bomb that shakes me to my core
I hate dealing with them, but I always ask for more
I'm guided by my lust, surrounded by disgust
I'll burn every single bridge after I'm done
Can't leave room for trust
Any semblance of a bond has to turn to dust
My love will turn to rust
Always filled with guilt but it's just what we discussed, look
It's just what we discussed
Dead petals in the wind, burn down a meadow filled with all the pretty flowers, I hope it all dies
Dead petals in the wind, burn down a meadow filled with all the pretty flowers, I hope it all dies
My happiness is a lie, starving artist and my world is filled with grey skies
Nip it in the bud before it sprouts, we were a perfect match
Maybe that's why we burned out, look
I'm the Devil, I'm the Devil, I'm the Devil on a hill
Overlooking a sea of dead meadows, I'm a black rose due to noxious soil
Cut out my tongue but blood isn't thicker than oil
Because these women aren't people but cogs in machines
Taught to make me catch feelings in a few weeks
I'm tired now, wake me up from this dream please
Wake me up from this dream
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Godinho
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