I fell in love with the words and promises
Built and hoped upon a bed of red roses
But I never once thought that these bleeding flowers
Would one day decorate my coffin door.
The clock's needles are knives on my throat
Every passing second resonates like death in my ears
I've searched, then waited, but home's nowhere to be found
And the sun has already set; you didn't come.
I've been cutting myself on the edges of memories
Bleeding out every word we ever spoke;
I've chained myself to a buried happiness
And it's dragging me deeper and deeper with every flashback.
I don't know if I'm burning or freezing
But I woke up in a maze and I'm lost
Nobody but the sky to share my sadness and my tears,
To sink and drown me into the fucking ground.
