The Petrified Florist

A goofy Libra a drafty car

I do believe, I've stepped on my guitar

A borrowed bender a liver ends

Until you've seen it, it's really just pretend

A coward's trade a careful foray

Against the blade a patent

Answer can't wait

To get my hands on her

The closing of the coor

The blistered buttered roar, oh

Callous even hand

In the village of the damned

A broken glass, the broken table

The spitting image if I was able

A frightened bird the written word

Our daily logic has become absurd

And when you see her smile

You live the fever for a little

While you'll never ever leave her

My crippled friend