Yay, Flowers - The Speed of Sound in Seawater

There are acres and acres

Of conic hats and noise makers

Weed out the fakers

Take off his mask and I will take hers

I will take hers

You’re shying, retracting

The world knows that you’re play acting

Your façade is cracking

You’ve been found out, so stop unpacking

Stop unpacking

(Yay flowers!)

Remove the straps

The room lets out a gasp

Behold

What is

Underneath what we all see?

White mystery

Pick yourself up

Surrender your throne

And?

They loved you to pieces then scrapped you for parts

If vacuuming makes you cry

Then why do you do it so much?

The carpet’s clean

No amount of pruning’s gonna change anything