comme asteraceae

My princess in the printemps feel the sun
Just lay and don't say anything

I let burnt glass coat my throat
and I did that calendulas ago (greive, grieve)
And I fell into infinity
The matinee forever changed me
I felt the butterflies on her sweater
I hoped that I could know her better
And when everything comes to an end I'll

I, I can't you tell what I'm feeling so I feel it when I'm alone
The vines on these limestone walls half made it to my throat
And when I get buried in the red dirt in our olive grove
I hope you'll keep me close (give it to me give it to me)

And I'm choleric as fuck
My rose is always rock
Heli- or chrys-anthemum
Peel out in the phantom
I'm not sanguine you don't know me
I'm like Ares, fuck you, blow me
It's 5:30 but that full moon is high
Get back inside cause
Death is being nowhere forever
I stayed away from you
But I'd trade it all for your sweater
You know that

I'm caught up on what you never said to me
Dahlia
I'm caught up on what you never said to me
Dahlia
I'm caught up on what you never said to me
Dahlia

Lightning in a bottle
Step back when I explode
Despondent, destitute, or both?
Message you and choke bitch I'm broke
Money in the summer 'til you
Throw me some heat bitch
But I'm not getting warmer maybe I'm sick

PART II
Just wrap me in your thighs
It will be ok if you
Just stay the night
Maybe you could stay the day too