Flower Lyrics

Grownup Noise Flower

a flower is a sour thing and it don't represent my dream of you
it's a pretty conversation piece or a flashy hotel I think
a flower is a one night stand only good for your lips and hands
but awkward like a naked man

all the patience we have earned while watching all the scenery
all the poems we could learn then crumple into three

a flower is a strategy only good for I'm sorry please
like nature's bubble gum ring fun when you're seventeen

all the patience we have earned while watching all the scenery
all the poems we could learn then crumple into three
every picture in this room giving us subtle clues
every painting in this room waiting for their freedom too

the poet doesn't grasp it's hidden under glass
the poet doesn't grasp it's never gonna last it's never gonna last

I might prefer a bright red crayon with broad strokes
And secret plans surviving in a child's hand