Bloom

My remains, a feathered corpse
Taxidermied, outlines of loss
My remains, an empty home
Glass-like eyes, gaping holes
Feigned forgiveness, awkward pose
A frozen sentence, stuck mid-throat

Take my things and close the door
I'm not gonna come around
I'm not gonna come around
Take my things and close the door
I'm not gonna come around
I'm not gonna come around

Suspended, exhaled
Wour white lies carved a yes
You can’t take away the love I don’t deserve

Take my things and close the door
I'm not gonna come around
Take my things and close the door
I'm not gonna come around

Take my things and close the door
Take my things and close the door
Take my things and close the door