tainted lily, you know i can't stay.
there's no sun here,
and i am so tired of having to create the spark.
the same wilted flowers that you chose to spray,
are lined up on my window sill.
because, sometimes, i still pray they'll bloom again.
it's hard to let go.
how do i explain to you?
the only times i rummage through old albums,
is when i'm hunting down something
fleeting.
something fled.
even then, the song about ash and a teenage girl,
is nothing but a heavy weight in my chest.
a shiver down my spine,
and a chorus making me long for the past.
