No more flowers No more Flower Mouth No more salty stricken dried tears No more panic No more manic You are not the Flower Mouth anymore I am my own Flower Mouth I am “soft, and beautiful, and killing you”? No, no, no honey I am soft, and beautiful and I

No more flowers
No more Flower Mouth
No more salty stricken dried tears
No more panic
No more manic

You are not the Flower Mouth anymore
I am my own Flower Mouth

I am “soft, and beautiful, and killing you”?
No, no, no honey

I am soft, and beautiful and I killed the me you thought you could control forever.

You died that night
In everyone sense but the literal
And your ghost has haunted me ever since

I am not yours
But
The Flower Mouth is mine