Sundew from The End by Viewfinder

I am not one to be stuck to the sundew
Glued to its beautiful hue
Tricked by its graces, it’s flowery fragrances
Heedless to all that you do
Still here I am only inches away
Fruitlessly fighting temptations
Breathing in deep your bewitching bouquet
Filled with the finest elation
Soon then you sway

I am not one to be empty of energy
Just from the dance of the day
Yet here I am breathless, defeated, defenseless
And giving my secrets away
The flick of your finger will topple me down
I’ll tumble and crumble to pieces
Scatter like shattered glass strewn on the ground
Sweep me up now and I’ll leave this premises
As it was found

I was not one to be spineless like vines when their walls fall down
Now I’m caught clinging to absent beginnings as ends gather around
I’m losing the battle, who blew out my candle?
And then made a wish? And why was it this? Why was it this?

• Alternative
• folk pop
• home recordings
• indie
• solo artist
• unsigned
• Philadelphia