Love me, love me, don't let go
Where will we turn? I still don't know
These things that rise will come to pass
Like razor shards of broken glass
While this old pathway leads back home
Our past will come to be disowned
Fake your stories and all your thoughts
They'll fill in the blanks that you forgot
It's all a lie and yet it never shows
These flowers come to bloom and then they grow
They're always killing off what we can't see
These artificial flowers never freeze
Lovely lies, they often bruise and bleed
Showing me the things I'll never need