Today I bought myself roses
Poured a glass of whiskey for the ones I\'ve lost
True Hearts abandoned
Went back to the forest of my childhood
Saw you standing there, sunlight glittering on my skin
Like nothing bad ever happened
But I woke up from that dream with one thousand paper cuts
Love melting in my ice cream heart
Poured a glass of whiskey for the ones I loved
At parties in high rise flats
Small things make me laugh, little things make me hurt
When we drive through the suburbs
Nothing is real
Cast the fishing rod as far as you can
Like a dewclaw in a lake
Dying things sweeter than marigold or birthday cake
Some stars are so bright I can\'t see
The way I loved you like poetry
Reminds me of the way I\'ve spent my nights in bars
Always closer to the edge, never close to the stars
I see your shadow following me, and when the piano plays
I plant my regret and an orange tree grows
From the graveyard of my heart
I hear a voice, it says, \"Hello\", and it\'s not a stranger
It\'s a ghost, offering wisdom
She offers wisdom between her legs
A sad addiction, in the throes of contempt
Today I didn\'t want to speak to anyone
So I stayed in my room and blacked out the sun
Hollow blackbird, with crushed bones, I turned into dust
Smoked my cigarettes, looked at my phone
Sometimes I want to disappear and never return
Sometimes I want to set the pages on fire and let it burn
Like a tattoo, like a symphony
I always found nostalgia in summer
The crow by the grass under the blue sky
I long for dark blue nights, a new appetite
I walk these streets and watch the clouds and wonder why
The rain pours down.