Petals

Petals broke from tips of roses hidden underneath my arm
All the framed, different poses of places I'll soon forget
Yeah, I'll soon forget

Tell me again the part how you didn't feel a thing
The part how you never actually really ever did
And lift yourself from my grip
But don't fall asleep

Nothing you say can or will ever penetrate
The walls that I, I create
When you spew that barrage of insulting words

No that isn't all, that isn't all

Nothing you say can or will ever penetrate
These walls that I create
That I create, that I create

Five stitches seal the crease
From the fit fueled by your angry
You're so temperamental darling
With your little disease
Oh how sweet

Petals broke from tips of roses hidden underneath my arm
All the framed, different poses of places I'll soon forget
Yeah, well I'll soon forget

No that isn't all, that isn't all
And nothing you say can or will penetrate
These walls that I create,
No, that I create

I'm happy for you baby, but I don't want to know