Flowers - Leopold and His Fiction

Flowers akin to the darkness of my heart

Wilt to ashes, one by one, to learn how we part

I’ll fade to the back, drop a living as loneliness rounds in pails

To the infernal pain and promise of this internal prison cell

You don’t mean me no good

Conversations cease to mend the darkness of my heart

As we wade through ashes, one by one, to learn how we part

The only ways I understand of sorrow I can’t afford to compromise

And a healing from feeling all alone with the sun arise

You don’t mean me no good

I’m on the fool side of everything you ever said

Oh, how I wish you did

But you mean me no good

I pass the roses in rows of houses and fences

They remind me of all

If I can get to the next closest state of mind

That would please me of feeling all alone

There’s a better chance we would have to live our days free

If I can cut loose ties that bind us in

A world that sways to string us along

Alone in misery

You don’t mean me no good

I’m on the fool side of everything you ever said

Oh, how I wish you did

But you mean me no good