If You’re Listening...

This rose I had painted red is resemblant of ill intent
My palms are running ruby
Every thorn decides to dig a little deeper each time
Dare I pick another?
A version of you caught up in floriculture
Too busy to show your hands and
Where the thorns left their marks on you
In the same shape as the ones on mine, but

You take the strongest breaths right out of me

I want you to be everything you wanted
Even if that doesn't leave any room for me
If you need me, I'll be outside pushing daisies
Just a stone's throw from your bedside at any given time

The things that constitute as your feelings change more
Than the weather in my home state
I've dangled from this precipice before
The kind of caution that drops a flower
It's kind of funny in a sense of sighs, but

Rely on me for an abrupt ending

I want you to be everything you wanted
Even if that doesn't leave any room for me
If you need me, I'll be outside pushing daisies
Just a stone's throw from your bedside at any given time

I was so eager to tap into your head and taste the sweet side
I'll just sour it all up in good time
Do the devil's work through your enamel

I will be okay
Different, but okay

I want you to be everything
If you need me, I'll be outside pushing daisies
If you need me
If you need me
Don't you need me