simply stop, take it in
a wave of bliss, an inclination
captive scent, but not enough
roots pulled up, my buttercup
over turning, round this way
just to slip into the day
pick my petals, one by one
please don't stop, until you're done
does she love my, maybe not
grab another, take a shot
counting down, every other
a chance of love, can I recover?
soon i'll be just a stem
you'll put me back and begin again.
a wave of bliss, an inclination
captive scent, but not enough
roots pulled up, my buttercup
over turning, round this way
just to slip into the day
pick my petals, one by one
please don't stop, until you're done
does she love my, maybe not
grab another, take a shot
counting down, every other
a chance of love, can I recover?
soon i'll be just a stem
you'll put me back and begin again.
