Each Day a Flower

thinkerings:

still find this guy’s work amazing…
reminded of by Make.

Do you long for me
Ringing all your bells and burning down
Do you sleep all day
Wondering if I’m ever gonna finally come around

Do you long for more
Ringing all your bells and burning down
Is it easier
Lost inside the season is the will to sleep

(no need for words now)

And I, like a firework, explode

(remembering how I almost kissed someone to this song so many years ago, and glad I didn’t. You can’t unkiss.)

I know — completely predictable, indie darling, etc. Look, the boy is gorgeous. He has a name I’ve always been vulnerable to (for real — check my romantic history). He is singing “Seven Swans.” I am not made of stone.