flowers for ophelia (a suite for the sweet) - j. englishman
You're the colour in my hair
That just won't wash out
The fragrance that triggers
A memory of attempt
You're the song
That I hear
That just brings me down
You're the flavour that lingers
Like ashes in my mouth
If you
Build me up
Let me hope
Let me dream
I tear you down
Let you hurt
Let you bleed
Well I'm not really sure
But I think that I missed it
Don't ask me how
Cause I still don't quite get it
You could blame it on faith
Say I'm a victim of cupid
But I took 24 years
To get this stupid
If you
Place your faith in yourself
Trust in me
And I use you up
Suck you dry
Let you bleed
Well I say that I
But I know that it's true
If you try to blame me I can pin it on you
I'll run from the truth
Pretend I don't see it
I say I love you and not really mean it
Well I'm not really sure
But I think that I missed it
Don't ask me how cause I still don't quite get it
But I'll push you for answers
Just to see if you'll break
So strike up you're band we'll waltz through it again
Well I fight the better
If you fly the banner
I'll hold the nails, girl, if you swing the hammer
You could call me obsessed
But I still wish I could see ya
Sneakin' into your backyard
With these flowers for ophelia