43 from Florist by Florist

i waited while the light leaked through the door over wooden floors melody came flooding in our window was held open with a 2x4 and
i wished for aliens to come in and study my body

but that oak tree, in the front of the yard
the piles of leaves, the mountains and creeks we had a home once, what a funny thing
we had a home once, supernaturally

starlight over California skies, driving through the night to find out whether to follow that dark
the feeling of life there is no memory no growing
without all the painful things

and that desert sky, it reminds me of the first time she took the light
and sent it to my eyes
we had a home once, what a funny thing we had a home once, there were fireflies

• Folk
• diy
• minimal
• pop
• wiggles
• New York