Flowers At The Door - Ryan Beatty

Our heads connected

I got the message

You had your hands around my skull

Gave in to ashes

Passed up the acid

I look up to you when I’m below

Why don’t you turn me around

Why don’t you turn me around

Why don’t you turn me around

Draw on the pages

I won’t erase it

I want your mark on me, eternal

I cast a shadow

While I stand above you

It’s all I ever wanted, a turn

Why don’t you turn me around

Why don’t you turn me around

Why don’t you turn me around

What’s so wrong with wanting more

Rolling on the hardwood floor

Show me what’s like below

I’ll be where the herons go