Fake Flowers

Smoking in Seattle
2am just parked my car
On the side of Melrose Avenue

Taking in the skyline
Scene enhanced by drops of rain
Drops which came from clouds I drove us though

She was drunk in Kansas
FaceTimed me with all her friends
Fell asleep by midnight central time

Tired of being atlas
Still I navigate the bends
Lift my head to see which stars are mine

I'm so tired of this spare mattress
But I feel the same in mine
I have no eyes in the back of my head so
I think that must be by design

It's all expectation
Hope for more or pray for less
I think that's why life seeks new precedents

It's all expectation
How a life's results are dressed
So my nerves prepare for accidents

Smoking in Seattle
2am just parked my car
On the side of Melrose Avenue

I saw clouds in the mountains
I wish to only be above

Fake flowers on my bookshelf
Are so much easier to trust

I saw clouds in the mountains
I wish to only be above

Fake flowers on my bookshelf
Are so much easier to trust

I'm so tired of this spare mattress
But I feel the same in mine
I have no eyes in the back of my head so
I think that must be by design



Credits
Writer(s): Grant Klein
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