She wraps herself around disaster, twists each bud into a flower.
She pale and aloof paints a picture.
Her blood rushes, it speaks to her.
This is my last chance to make amends, to draw all my thoughts.
My life as forget-me-nots.
When I lost her at christmas, she tiptoed through my life.
This doesn't get any easier when I make the same mistake.
Over, and over again.
She pale and aloof paints a picture.
Her blood rushes, it speaks to her.
This is my last chance to make amends, to draw all my thoughts.
My life as forget-me-nots.