Blood of an Orchid Lyrics

I worry about nothing 'til I'm killing myself

And I know I said I'm working on my mental health but I lied to you

I lied

The sertraline is working but you can't you even tell

And my minds made up things that you said to me sub-textually

Even though none of that was implied

I'm a semiprofessional at breaking their own heart

Who's not a professional in what they want to do

"For starters, that's a lot to unpack"

The cover of vogue isn't wide enough for me

And I'm sorry I missed your call but I wasn't feeling like me

I know that makes no sense, but none of this is real so who cares

My thoughts are as purple as the blood of an orchid

Whilst my retribution is far from sane

My skin has been broken just as intended

Luckily the grave-catchers tend to keep no name

This axe has been grind, while my mind has been rhymed

With illness and contusions alike

Your basic amplitude is apathetic at best

Observe the marks where my nails have dug

And jot down what strikes you to the gut

Because your heart can't go on quite the same

Slight versatility is otherwise in good shape

As concentration is maimed, and beheaded before the indication of what this means

My exhausted brain just wrote something meaningless

And it's up to you to find out what the meaning is

All on your own, sitting in your room on your phone

Once for the backlash placed for the wrong spine

Twice for the conductors who stepped out of line

Thrice for who ever reasons with the kids

Small bones littered across the desert

Flags on coffins on their way home to their mothers

Losing the wrong fight and chanting victories creed

My thoughts are as purple as the blood of an orchid

Whilst my retribution is far from sane

My skin has been broken just as intended

Luckily the grave-catchers tend to keep no name

My thoughts are as rancid as the blood of an orchid

Whilst my retribution is far from sane

So I'll write that song tonight

But I'll write that melody another time

And this'll all end some night

I hope that I'm right

My thoughts are as purple as the blood of an orchid

Whilst my retribution is far from sane

My skin has been broken just as intended

Luckily the grave-catchers tend to keep no name