Bury me with a sweet cats kiss and a cup of Boston Tea
Cause everything I did was for her, not me
~
The sun rises without a blossom there
The birds call out like anyone would care
A sweet reminder of the memories buried down
A Circus Grave is fitting in this ghost town
Purple flowers frayed with blue
When I think of it, I know nothin' bout you
Boston Tea Party for a birthday date
You were never mine no need for the hate
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Bury me with another flower, add it to the list
No need to remind me what I missed
Lay me in a Circus Grave; nail my casket
Couldn't even save her, don't have to ask it
Bury me with a sweet cats kiss and a cup of Boston Tea
Cause everything I did was for her, not me.
Bury me with Boston tea
~
A sweet, deep voice whispers in my ear
As if I'd let go of someone so dear
let that voice sing all damn day long
I know that it ain't where I belong
Stomach clenched, flowers in my hand
The memories, they always pile like sand
Whatever you do, don't drown my rose
Save her from the imprint, and let me drown alone
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Bury me with another flower, add it to the list
No need to remind me what I missed
Lay me in a Circus Grave; nail my casket
Couldn't even save her, don't have to ask it
Bury me with a sweet cats kiss and a cup of Boston Tea
Cause everything I did was for her, not me.
Bury me with Boston tea
~
Eyes wide open, can't sleep at all
I only heard the crash and never saw the fall
Don't matter what I did, you were never mine
You act like you love me but you don't, so fine
I know you think of me when your head hits the bed
And that is why my stomach has stopped filling with dread
So just bury me in my Circus Grave with a cup of Boston tea
~
Bury me with another flower, add it to the list
No need to remind me what I missed
Lay me in a Circus Grave; nail my casket
Couldn't even save her, don't have to ask it
Bury me with a sweet cats kiss and a cup of Boston Tea
Cause everything I did was for her, not me.
Bury me with Boston tea
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Circus Flowers
PoetryCOVER ART NOT MINE I JUST ADDED THE WORDS AND STUCK SOMEONE ELSES FLOWERS ON THEM. songs that tell a story, each one unique. a circus freak and a jester who built a circus, only for the Jester to leave for someone else. We cut in to right after the...
