Looking closely I see pages bent, rips, burns, tears, and things they said
Bright red laces and light blue eyes, phases, sadness, but depth inside
You're a flower, in my head
You're a flower, in my head
Spaced at work, the beating of the waves
Flower head, you're in my head
Dirty glances and tear filled eyes. A torture chamber with glass outside
Sticky fingers and smoked filled lungs. You probably could've guessed
You're a flower, in my head
You're a flower, in my head
Spaced at work, the beating of the waves
Flower head, you're in my head