"Flowered Guts" lyrics

"Flowered Guts"

Raindrops dripping down on my bare feet
Two hearts beating, beating, indeed
I can see the little scar right on your chest
You put your shirt on, shirt on, crack your neck

You are beautifully broken
A lovable mistake
Your inked skin tastes like dust but
You're my oxygen

You planted flowers in my lungs
And settled roots in my inner trunk
You made my heart blooming, boy
As well as my mind
You've made a garden, garden of mine
Ooh
Ooh

It's hard to walk with vines around my feet
The buds on my lashes, lashes, make it hard to see
You leave me in the morning you awoke
A crooked backbone, backbone, making its way home

You are a beautiful disaster
A lovable mistake
But you made my thoughts grow, darling
Became my oxygen

You planted flowers in my lungs
And settled roots in my inner trunk
You made my heart blooming, boy
As well as my mind
You've made a garden, garden of mine
(Garden of mine)

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa


Writer(s): Josephine Seehawer
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