A sirens whisper echoes through my head A fleeting feeling slipping through my hands A ghost-like beauty and splendor A vespertine sweet surrender But all it left me was a burning bed And in the ashes were seeds of regret So I planted gardens in glass realms Embedded splinters in myself Cause young love feels like its all teeth And I wanted something that feels real
We pulled the earth from the bone and emptied the vein When the dust settled an ocean remained and in its waves Old wounds reopened Our hopes drowned in the ocean
