in the morning, you come selling flowers in the fog

and the hearts on your sleeve are no longer there for me

you cry, and the tears fall in your afternoon tea

with your leaves, with your stars, let them color who you are

let them color who you are, let them color who you are

color me surprised, it’s all a lie

your thoughts and theft, are the only things left

keep your youth and your charm, let them keep you safe from harm

I’ll grow older, my dreams are boring

just like this song, they keep droning on and on

and on and on and on and on and on

I’m so predictable, you’ve become retractable

your streetlight goes out, we were that bus that never comes

I’ll remain second place, you won’t bother to replace

to my morning rain, you're the atlantic

I want you to drown my sorrows, the ones I borrowed