Flower
EP - 1989 - Debaser id 36159

All of seventeen
Eyes a purple green
Treated like a Queen, she was
On borrowed self esteem

She would do a dance
A painful masquerade
Spinning you into her web
Along her vain parade

In her uniform
Studded brass and steel
Kissing napkin, lipstick stains
And smearing sincerity

Along her vain parade
Along her veins

Time crept up on her
She's early gray
Her reflection looks concerned
As flowers hit her grave

Eyes to sun, she lays in peace
Eyes bear complacence
Brown, the meadow grows tall to the sun
Seasons have come, they have gone

Buried in dirt, her torso lays
One limb dangles
Brown, the meadow grows tall to the sun
Seasons have come, they have gone

Please take me back to my healing home
Please take me back to my toy box
Ours not for their own

Please take me back to my healing home
Please take me back to my toy box
Please take me back to my little girl's hand
Please take me back to my toy box