I'm cleaning flowers off the grave for my ambition
Just a love I couldn't save
Let the look stuck on your eyes glaze over
Recognize the once familiar cracking face
And wrap my hands around their throat
I'll squeeze, and squeeze, and squeeze
Put them out of their misery
before they ever see
How bad it truly gets
Went from furious laughing fits
To returning calls straight-faced
I've had enough
Do you hear me talking in my sleep?
I can't
I lost interest years ago
With your hands around my throat
You stunted any chance of growth
There's a softness in the way you reprimand
Broken fingers on a nervous, shaky hand
Releasing ashes for a long-forgotten friend
Death Bloom