flowers and razorwire

neck deep we wallow and this floor catches lingering feet

by rope with heartbreak this is our happiest moment of all

we dream of flowers on the razorwire

and wake to the scent of our dead

we're sinking

and all of those times don't matter here

remember my love

this is for the sinking and the strength of our wings

be brave and bleed out the day

we left our body for the sky and ended up here

listen to me

don't let them list your feet

our love is real