Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flower in Hand, artist - Crywank. Album song Fist Me 'Til Your Hand Comes out My Mouth, in the genre Date of issue: 30.04.2020
Record label: Crywank
Song language: English
Flower in Hand |
| Look at this flower in my hand |
| Outstretched without speaking |
| So eager to devour |
| I look upon the flower |
| Decode it wrong become the loser |
| It grows in girth, your hand it withers |
| More detached from now |
| Occasionally look up and dither |
| To bury, eating away |
| At your body and mind |
| So carefully nourished |
| Symbiotically entwined |
| Look at the flower, you say |
| Look at the flower, you say |
| Don’t give it shade |
| Don’t give it shade |
| This is the very thing that helps us get big |
| Don’t give it shade |
| Don’t give it shade |
| Don’t give it shade |
| Don’t give it shade |
| All objects that are extensions of me are broken |
| And here you berate me like a boomer |
| For the second life I hold in my hand |
| The one that gives us all we have planned |
| You criticise me, like all else that sustains you |
| Wince at the taste of your mother’s boob |
| We travel and complain and point fingers |
| And we argue about privilege |
| Like the privileged like to do |
| Like the privileged like to do |
| That’s me and you |