You're walking through the
Hallways alone
With all the colors
Of the rainbow
You paint your only
Canvas in gold
In your world it's only you
That matters
At the park
At the bar
You can't see
The other bubbles and flowers
But it gets so quiet at 3am
When the petals fall
And the bottle bends
It gets so quiet at 3am
When the petals fall
And the
Gin don't land like
Whiskey roses on the bed
It gets hard sometimes
To see through a different lens
It gets so quiet
At 3am when the petals fall
And the gin don't land like
Whiskey roses on the bed
It gets hard sometimes
To see through a another lens