i like to pick petals off this flower i call life
in means of finding whether or not there is a love for me
sooner or later this plant will wilt and die
wilt and die

i've found a many other things by which to occupy myself
like fixate my sight on the stars or the neverending gap
or something so extravagant yet so much closer to me
closer to me

you know, i dont know if its you to be honest
i think maybe we should let it play itself out
then see from there if you're my song
and i am yours

rocketships and stars burning through their last breaths,
hearts once said to be bound by the frame of our chest,
have pinpointed a date to have their rendezvous
before the last goodbyes

i've still yet to find any true meaning or any genuine reasoning
here we have a fine example of a boy drawn to his last straws
all in thanks to his wandering mind and ambition
 
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