White Flags Red Flags White Roses Yellow Roses

cannot stay awake, cannot sleep with such a suffocating sense of doom
the yellow roses are all dying before your eyes, the ones so long in their bloom

the same eyes see I wanted to share my life, couldn't bear to share a room

for being so critical, not much of a critical thinker

living day by day inside the fear of being found out

I would quit now, but I can't, knowing already what it feels like to live without a doubt

I'm so sorry

I only wanted to make every little thing easier

didn't have the will

violins are playing in my mind

I am measuring the sand specks of my self worth in the palm of my hands,

and you're sleeping on the couch again.