Thank You - Florist

The mountains around my eyes set on fire before I could even swallow my own spit

I was born a boy with many opinions

And now I’m a girl who doesn’t really care about anything

This beautiful thing happens every day

It’s called the sun

It’s called my blood

And it’s the only thing making us want to be alive

I’m really grateful for the people I’ve met

But that won’t make me die any less

A mound of dust that light somehow seeps through

And creates you

Thank you

The snow is falling at the perfect speed

The rain is falling at the perfect speed

The cars are driving at the perfect speed

My legs are moving at the perfect speed

My arm is moving at the perfect speed