Wilted Bloom

I miss the cigarette
I miss that relief
Left on my tongue
I miss conjuring silhouettes
With the spells inside my lungs
And I miss when we had no regret
And left no song unsung
When we'd stay out
Until we saw the sun

I miss the blurry TV sets
I miss the basements
Where we used to run
To pass out in a kitchenette
With a bottle beneath my thumb
And I wish the nights were longer
So we'd stay forever young
But we never could escape
The rising sun

You're just a weed inside my garden
Hoping that I'll pluck you soon
You want me to feed upon your pollen
Well I've got an appetite for you

So cocaine for the hell of it
I miss the tingle
In my gums
I miss the over confidence
What have I become?
Sometimes I wish I could forget
The things that I have done
Other times I wish
That I could taste a gun!

So tell me kid where are ya goin?
Won't you fuck off and get a clue?
You're gonna reap all that you're sewin
And you'll wind up a wilted bloom
You're gonna reap all that you're all sewin
And you'll wind up a wilted
bloom

I'M WILTING...
I'M WILTING...
I'M WILTING!