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Forget the Flowers

You drop visibility like a suitcase when you move back to the neighborhood,
drink your Honest Tea in the only zip code where cigarettes look gold and taste good,
rrag your soles to a bar, talk to all the girls to make sure she’s wrong,
that there’s something in them that’ll keep you from getting along.

You’re the hole in your own hand, why’d you never love your own mother
Until she was just a wish?  Now you’re the glitter in the family’s gutter.
Left Queenstown for a better sway in the place where you know what’s right.
“What the hell happened to taking your time?” You took it all, you’re getting on.

Skipped school to learn the blues
and wonder why fiction is fame
when you gotta put up with the truth.
I won’t forget the flowers someday soon,
but I hope I do.

Ripped apart her favorite housedress, knowing that when children become heathens
you want the scent everywhere so you can feign anger as it settles on your reasons.
You get pushed into the world, pulled on, and pushed back out again.
You get pushed into this world, pulled apart, and pushed back out again.

Skipped school to learn the blues
and wonder why fiction is fame
when you gotta put up with the truth.
I won’t forget the flowers someday soon,
but I hope I do.

Distilled to deliberation, you can’t even afford to play your favorite songs.
There’s something in them that’s keeping you from getting along.
10 days, and I just want to fall, my head to your valley.
10 days and I just want to fall and follow you, I miss you so badly.

Skipped school to stay home with the blues
and wonder why fiction is fame
when you gotta put up with the truth.
I won’t remember you anytime soon,
but I hope someday I do.
I hope someday I do

I wanna get done missing you all the time,
Getting on to remembering the life.



Fate