We used to touch in the sea
Romantically
We used to keep each other's head up
No, we didn't want to drown
Didn't want to feel the liquid rush past our throats.
Now,
She wants a bouquet
Or even a single stem
But I can't seem to bloom, can't seem to get in tune
I'm not quite sure what to do.
'Cause Abegail, I gave you all my flowers long ago
I don't even know where the fields are anymore
And after you died, my heart was left behind.
I don't know how to use it, I can't seem to make it pump
All of my blood goes past my lungs and onto the floor.