I can see you running wild weaving through the marigolds. Wild and free, I wish I was. Ecstasy, you burning wild mess of faded photographs, be the freak I wish I was.
System - I was like locked in a cage, I sent the words but the letters were faded. Now it’s our turn to be hated. Oh, if you were mine.
Sister I can feel the time on my shoulders. I sent the words but the letters were jaded. I’d lay myself down at the end of the line if you were mine if you were mine.
I can see you running wild weaving through the marigolds, wild and free I wish I was.
Symptoms - I was like, coming of age. Every single life is so unrated. Now it’s my turn to be hated, oh if you were mine. I never knew what I held in my hand ’til everything slipped through my fingers. I’d lay myself down at the end of the line if you were mine, if you were mine.
I can see you running wild weaving through the marigolds. Wild and free I wish I was.
