I've been searching for something
And I'm fearful that I'll never find
Your light, so warm, so bright
I'll sleep with the cold
Feel the ice in my bones
Break the seal where it hurts the most
Don't leave me here alone to rot in sorrow
I'm not disposable
I'm out of touch
And I'm out of reach
Im buried underneath the ground beneath your feet
Cared too much and here I am
Living with the stones and trying to bloom so I can breath
Oh Rosemarie, I've waited for you
Go burn all of my pedals, try and leave me a few
You are the sun
Burn down the weeping willow
After time and time again
You plant a seed and it won't grow
These threads and twine won't hold up
My mind and bad spine; a dead rose
Can you hear me when I speak?
Are you weaker at the knees?
Where is that light?
Does it curse you when I'm dying in sleet?
Do you feel complete or am I blind?
I know you love to plant and forget as a pastime
I'm not disposable