Flaws: A Lament To Rose

(الألبوم: Dear Daisy: Opium - 2014)

I was told never marry a muse, meant [amusement] many things
But probably to keep illusions intact
I mean who likes the truth anyway?
The only thing I've ever known to share thornes with roses
Ramble but keep it all to myself
Fish that swim shallow beg to be caught
Tangled in nets thrown to water by the nosy
Mind your own,
Company could be sweet
I've been known to cut ties
But real wives no wise men still need advice
Sometimes I wish talking to you was easier
The writers curse is to never feel solitude
If they can write words, they're (dear)...
Never mind
Pluck your petals,
Pluck my petals until there's nothing left and so we're
Scared and bare like newborns or buried seeds
Let's begin again
You said, "To love a man, you must love all of his flaws"

Another bedroom wall
Another face in the pillowcase I don't recognise
Laid bare next to a stranger like newborns without the innocence
My feet dangle off the edge of another relapse
Hunting for love like opium and lapse of lost souls
That are just like me with a little more hope
If what you say is true
I admire your patience
Women should be more careful with the men that they pick
But to love a man you must love all of his flaws
As you would say,
"To give your heart is to understand it may be broken"
But I can't fix these soiled thoughts if you won't let down your guard
Then [garden] I wear my flaws on the surface like memories beneath scars
Then cover them with outfits made of false confidence and au revoirs
Merely a man made of mistakes stitched together with good intentions
Sharing earth with other angels who don't deserve their wings, you mentioned
Manipulation, love and lies all go hand in hand
Who hurt you?
Who hurt you?

You said, you're constantly ready to be thrown away to excuses
Who hurt you?
You said, to be with... to be happy, you cannot be mutually exclusive
You said, it's virtually impossible to accommodate without losing value in self value
You said, I want to be with someone who makes me happy,
Someone who appreciates me for who I am
Someone who is proud to be with me and wants people to know about it
Who hurt you?
Was it me?