Teardrops on petals
He pressed for me
Final mementos from across the sea
Reanimating
They bloom, resurrect
As I pick myself up from his tombstone chest
Crumpled up somewhere
Are letters I wrote
Maybe he reads them, maybe he don't
What I know's that it's over
I laid him to rest
But I get to carry the words that he said
That my voice is like oscilloscopic art
My cheeks are cute when I'm laughing too hard
I've got a knack for tying magic knots
He's gone and all I am is all I've got
I scattered those petals
All 'round the world
Across sleeping cities, and jungles, and dirt
Marking the trails
Of lands I explore
I grip to my map while my hands remain cold
Bloody and bruised up
I'll make me proud
Wake up with the sun and run 'til I'm worn down
Expanding to something
To what, I don't know
Always the same pretty girl he adored
'Cause my voice is like oscilloscopic art
My cheeks are cute when I'm laughing too hard
I've got a knack for tying magic knots
He's gone and who I am's more than enough
