Kyle Craft
Flowers
Your daughter led the revolution
Right back into the open ocean
Sinking and singing silly praises
Down behind all of her mother's faces

You've taken the boys
And you pushed it in me
Words that you've waisted
They break from bending

All that you say now
A pair of flowers
Growing in gardens and out of our hands

With you I waited and watched her on fire
Burnt up and wailing for [?] to go
Out of her window and into her eyes
Places where you and your lovers would glow

Blinking and laughing your way through the night
Naked and needing your hair in your cheek
Flesh-colored figures that love in headlights
Soon [?] you'll lay back in streets to believe

Reeling your fingers they twist to touching
A bottle, a bedpost, and both you're clutching
Closing your curtains you dream of choking
Sweat coats the ceiling and leaves you soaking

Once you made noises that screamed like babies
That took all their talk that you must escape me
Now you have holes that you built for breathing
I love, I lost you, and still you're leaving
Leaving

Reeling your fingers they twist to touching
A bottle, a bedpost, and both you're clutching
Once you made noises that screamed like babies
That took all their talk that you must escape me

Now you have holes that you built for breathing
I love, I lost you, and still you're leaving
Leaving