Blooming from Hibiscus by egress

When you rose up, in the mornings
And I could see the rain on your pedals
Foolishly, I thought I could save you
Wasn't quite right, now I'm up all night
Sinners sin, and mourners mourn,
And I thought I could touch your thorns
Missing your beauty, now I'm torn
Pricked my thumb, now I'm feeling dumb

Flowers are in bloom when you leave your room

There's no rose, without a thorn
So I'll wait for you to say something more,
Stood right there in a silent stare
Bees in tune, your daunting gloom
But the nectar's gone, and I'm all alone,
What to do now when we've fallen out?

Flowers are in doom when you leave your room

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