The flowers

The starting date was something they made

And that’s how the secret detectives got paid

To tell their lies about the reasons I’m high

And steal my ability to look you in the eyes

Anything to feel the last beat of my heart

I’ll finally stop if you pay attention to my art

I wanted to pray but addicts don’t have faith

I can’t separate the blame from my brain

Sobriety doesn’t lay the flowers at your feet

It turns up the heat to burn what you need

Foreign eyes greet everyone you meet

I have the power to make you feel complete

How do I ask for my favorite song?

It was the problem all along