Take a bow, lift your crown over the fools who gave you sound You endow, bless the crowd, let your muse call down If I'm found, I devour bleeding fruit to make you proud But in doubt, it would drown, every bruise thawed out As long as you can smile, you're divine, I don't mind That's all we left behind, I'll be fine I'll crave and pray for a fake bouquet On a fabled stage, come to hate my stale plea to save the date when I fade away See the frayed vervain and awaken in its cradle Satiate with a fake bouquet Leave it painted gray, every rainbow wasted on the angel flames you would radiate In a vague display, you're ashamed to cull the baby's breath Scraping the neck through your lament, misapprehend a drop of nectar from my entropy, spilled fresh inside intentions I had dreamt I had thought rather fondly to the time you saw a god Then you sought afterthoughts, shut in iron locks I was caught, maddened monster with sore eyes that start to rot They would mock shattered clocks in demise I'll crave and pray for a fake bouquet On a fabled stage, come to hate my stale plea to save the date when I fade away See the frayed vervain and awaken in its cradle Satiate with a fake bouquet Leave it painted gray, every rainbow wasted on the angel flames you would radiate In a vague display, you're ashamed to cull the baby's breath Scraping the neck through your lament, misapprehend a drop of nectar from my entropy, spilled fresh inside intentions I had dreamt They manifest only to sever ugly heads who dared to beg for your attention, your affection, it's infection, infection Ha, but what the fuck do I know? Drinking up a lie, how kind of you to last the lapse and cough up little plastic lilacs Coated in your bile, picking up the scraps, I laughed Like, yeah, but what the fuck do I know? Seeing you outside my life in aging glass, outclassed by encores spilling in your spiral No, I was too slow, too slow, you dip my only rose in tar As long as you can smile, you're divine, I don't mind I'm all you left behind, I'll be fine I'll crave and pray for a fake bouquet On a fabled stage, come to hate my stale plea to save the date when I fade away See the frayed vervain, and awake, engrave my fate So strange of a claim to fame In the maple's shade, I can flay my brain over the daisy chain of depraved disdain By the break of day, I'll decay into azalea stems If I hadn't failed to convey my dread, would I still be weaved within pinnated threats? You, who had been veiled in the rain I bled, hid away your leeching shadow waiting with bated breath Scraping the neck through your lament, misapprehend a drop of nectar from my entropy, spilled fresh inside intentions I had dreamt I wasn't brave, I'll take the blame for what we vainfully betrayed Wilted geranium, gold carnation, in my baneful fake bouquet