[Lyric] Seed (Bouquet)

Smoke screen the head rush
Your words felt like busted knuckles
Grasping with a broken hand
I just can't get away

It's so easy to leave when you know it's right
When you're honest, those seeds bloom in true fashion
But you're never true to you

God damn it I'm twenty three
I can't feel anything
Most days I don't know who I am anyway
Just sit; dissociate
Let myself rot away
In the same bed I've been in but I can't leave