Bloom - Of Mice & Men

We were born to bloom

Destined to deteriorate

No beauty in plastic flowers

No honey made from fake bouquets

We were born to bloom

But we were never meant to stay

No wine from fruit made out of wax

No honey made from fake bouquets

What do they say about apples and trees?

How do you grow when you’re severed from the roots underneath?

And if the tether of love can never truly break

Did it slip from my hands the day you went away?

Why do they speak about a love that never dies?

And what the fuck do they know about the afterlife?

Have they ever spent the night screaming at the sky

asking why?

We were born to bloom

Destined to deteriorate

No beauty in plastic flowers

No honey made from fake bouquets

We were born to bloom

But we were never meant to stay

No wine from fruit made out of wax

No honey made from fake bouquets

What do they say about the heart and it’s strength?

What do you do when your love rots to into rage?

How do you water the garden that famine takes?

How do you feed your soul with dust and clay?

We blossom then wither like the rose

Death written into our blood like poems

A soliloquy of ancient ancestral pain

The price of love paid over and over again

We were born to bloom

Destined to deteriorate

No beauty in plastic flowers

No honey made from fake bouquets

We were born to bloom

But we were never meant to stay

No wine from fruit made out of wax

No honey made from fake bouquets

Love is watching the petals fall

Love is watching the petals fall

Love is watching the petals fall

Love is watching the petals fall