[Verse]

Every time I run out, the flower refills

Like doctors at hospitals stocking hourly pills

How do we kill something undead

Roaming aimlessly throughout the range of our head?

Waiting painstakingly to resurrect

Every time we think it's checked

To call this a love song would be wrong and incorrect

'Cause I can't decide whether I want it to be gone yet

But what even is it?

I've got no point of reference to settle my relentless inner division

'Cause I think, "Maybe be reckless and make a decision"

But whichever I make has no room for revision

I've gotten a version of screwing lives up

Mine and theirs both included

And it would probably go well if I tell them

But I also probably shouldn't... 'cause it also probably wouldn't

It's really conflicting feeling constantly sick and

Scared to take the risk of beginning fixing the wicked misgivings

That I never knew, surely if I'm just overthinking

But they may feel the same based off behavioral changes and different decisions that I've noticed in them

As does a friend

An odd word, or I notice they're tense

I haplessly sense what I think could be feeble attempts

To disguise their feelings up in constant pretend

But, at the same time, the same level of signs

Are presented for the opposite truth

And maybe I just overanalyze what I observe

But, at the same time, I can't remember the last time I was wrong

The problem is, this all applies to a wide range of women

I can't stay committed till one statement's driving me for focus

But, hocus pocus! I'm magically switched

And guiding myself directly off of a cliff

While I'm adding to the pile every second of the people

That I give one week of my life to, and then my life is moved on with

I wish I could find a person who stays in my brain

Well, maybe I can one day...

Oh, damn! You just did

Is this the way that my love-life starts to live?

One change when I say that I want to give

My time to you? Oh, wait, never mind! A new week just hit!

My rows only pedals through skate parks

Highs and lows never really stay far apart

They're more like race-cars

Go fast every time when I'm pressing the spacebar