No More Left Like It's Death

(This some +4 shit, man)

(Hello, my name's Vegyn)

Pick me, all the flowers

In the garden, bitter sour

Beg my pardon, wither wheat

I've been waiting here for hours

Getting late but will we meet?

Leave me standing like the towers

Take me out in Summer showers

Getting faded by the creek

Late but will we meet?

No flow, yah

I'll find the flow

Woke up on the wrong side

Tunnel vision but I'm short eye

Tunnel vision with the short sight

Television starring me

Stepped out of the box

And I'm going for the leap

Know I feel it but I'm locked

And I'm trying not to weep

Stepped out to the streets

Anxiety, what's defeat?

So, I'm sticking to my guns

Walking round on my ones

People think I say the least

I just ink it on my sheets

And I'm trying not to weep

Fake smiles, think I'm out

No more left like it’s death

Think I found my inner child

Only focused for a while (Hey)

Tunnel vision, short eye (Hey, no, don't)

Meet me

Pick me all the flowers

In the garden bitter sour

Beg my pardon, wither wheat

I've been waiting here for hours

Getting late but will we meet?

Leave me standing like the towers

Never know

Wither wheat, dry cry

Sky high runaway

Racking up air-miles

Heading straight to Mobay

Fed up feeling displaced

Getting out of this place

Wither wheat, dry cry

Sky high runaway

(Let's see if that makes sense, hopefully)