The Sound Of A Blooming Flower

Some beauty just annihilates entirely
Spent a year pining on somebody blind to me
Behaving like inhabiting some kind of monstrosity
Superimposing while courting men idly

I play myself a vision, I'm in a sweater on some ferry
I fill the space between his chest and the railing
It's loud but feels quiet, in sync with his inhaling
And I'm calm in that loop, does he do the same thing?

Some beauty just annihilates
An overgrowth in the brain
Some beauty just annihilates
All the idle hours it takes
Some beauty just annihilates
An abject failure of the brain
Some beauty just annihilates
Do I make do in his wake?

Some beauty just annihilates
An overgrowth in the brain
Some beauty just annihilates
All the idle hours it takes
Some beauty just annihilates
An abject failure of the brain
Some beauty just annihilates
Do I make do?

I come from anger, suppression, and festering
A childhood structured by God (as if I might let him die)
Now past it, I grasp him, all talons and wingspan
The sky and the sunlight are mine
But I'm pedestrian, I'm rosy and water-eyed
Calm in our loss of disguise
His gaze is too much, ankles struck in a Double Dutch
You cannot toss the same child at his side
I'm not in his life

I come from anger, suppression, and festering
A childhood structured by God (as if I might let him die)
Now past it, I grasp him, all talons and wingspan
The sky and the sunlight are mine
But I'm pedestrian, I'm rosy and water-eyed
Calm in our loss of disguise
His gaze is too much, ankles struck in a Double Dutch
You cannot toss the same child at his side
I am not in his life

I am made juvenile
He's not gonna love me
Gotta hear myself say it
Gotta hear myself say
Some beauty just annihilates
Say it, say it, say it
Say it
Some beauty just annihilates