Flora Lyrics

Dressed black flora

Thought she was a goner, thought she was a goner

Tried to rid it, hide it in my trenches but no

I thought it would get easier

Livin' by week but we meet

She sits right next to me

Casually

I stumble like I'm drunk with my word

My head tells me, "Don't go"

But my drive is too much so

I'm sick of my ways

Sick of these days

Sick of the shit that led me to say

I like you

Take my soul and run

Make it so I can see the sun

Let me break myself down

It's easier to do than to say what I can

The truth is snaked yet

I can't shake I can't shake owoah

Tried to play it

Off like it was nothing

Maybe it was nothing