MOONFLOWER

I can’t talk to walls, but I swear they’re talking back to me
I can’t walk at all when you’re looking at me so deeply
Fire burns inside of me but you keep it at peace
And even when you stumble girl, you do it beautifully
Digital camera, Margiela on the floor (take a picture)
Exotic weed, fancy bags hanging off the door (it's all designer)
I’ve got a plastic heart, but it won’t miss a beat at all (no)
I’ve gotta make my mark cuz she wants to tear me apart
Maybe it’s the moon
Maybe it’s the moon
Maybe it’s the moon
Maybe it’s the moon
Maybe it’s the moon
Maybe it’s the moon
Maybe it’s the moon
Maybe it’s the moon
You only bloom at night, Moonflower
You only bloom at night, Moonflower