Death in the Garden, Blood on the Flowers

Turned out that you are me
I am you and we are we
Back then and not now
Somehow you’ve been patient
With me
Without taking
Too much thinking
Cause you to leave me
Because of what I may or may not have wanted to do
I began to love you
It had only been an hour
Death in the garden
Blood on the flowers
Remember when you were me, and I was you
And we were we
Underneath your floor
Which was my ceiling
Uncomfortable feeling
Scars were still healing
Quiet as a thief you were stealing
My heart which you felt bad about
And said you could not keep
I began to miss you
It had only been an hour
Death in the garden
Blood on the flowers
So don’t feel bad that
You should be glad that
I am the worst boy
That you’ve ever had
I’m not the one
I’m not the one
It’s not like I’m the first person
To discover our voices could be living
I’m not the one
I am the other one
Stop
I began to miss you
It had only been an hour
Death in the garden
Blood on the flowers