Wildflowers
Drifting off into the fog I must go
I'll creep out while you are sleeping
Through the crack in your window
And hide beneath a park bench
In a neighbourhood I don't know
Until the tension pins me down
And forces me to grow
I can never stay too long
Always somewhere I've got to be
But I just feel so see through
When you're looking like that at me
Because you are the beds of roses
I am the blood and gore
You are the calm before
I am the storm
When you set your sights on something
It just ends up being yours
It's been that way since you were sat
On your childhood home's porch
You swear that you still haven't
Given up on your dreams
But that baseball diamond's looking haunted
And your bones are getting weak
I asked if you think there's a heaven
You said "sure, there has to be"
And I hate to admit I'm jealous
You believe in something you can't see
Because you are the beds of roses
I am the blood and gore
You are the calm before
I am the storm
And you are the strangers names
Etched into a rotting tree
You are the wildflowers
I am buried underneath
You are the wildflowers
I am buried underneath
I'll creep out while you are sleeping
Through the crack in your window
And hide beneath a park bench
In a neighbourhood I don't know
Until the tension pins me down
And forces me to grow
I can never stay too long
Always somewhere I've got to be
But I just feel so see through
When you're looking like that at me
Because you are the beds of roses
I am the blood and gore
You are the calm before
I am the storm
When you set your sights on something
It just ends up being yours
It's been that way since you were sat
On your childhood home's porch
You swear that you still haven't
Given up on your dreams
But that baseball diamond's looking haunted
And your bones are getting weak
I asked if you think there's a heaven
You said "sure, there has to be"
And I hate to admit I'm jealous
You believe in something you can't see
Because you are the beds of roses
I am the blood and gore
You are the calm before
I am the storm
And you are the strangers names
Etched into a rotting tree
You are the wildflowers
I am buried underneath
You are the wildflowers
I am buried underneath
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Writer(s): Jon Savard, Meagan Aversa
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