Will you open the door

bury the flowers

carry me in

your white linen trousers

find yourself home

and sit by our window

and talk to me like

I’ll be home in an hour

I know you might not care

but I want to be clear

let’s just clean the air

that we’ll keep on

breathing

Not saying that I

did everything alright

I just wanna learn about myself through your perspective

can we just talk

talk about each other

all for one another

not for ourselves

can we just talk

talk about each other

all for one another

and not for ourselves

promises kept with hyacinths in April

talk to me like I’ll see you tomorrow

So don’t you visit me so often in your head

it’s hard to move on when everything is so vivid

now, don’t you visit me

so often

in your head

it’s hard to move on

when

everything is so vivid

clear our the way

to the once-beloved meadow

to take in the view

of an un-speaking lover

will you open the door

bury the flowers

carry me in

your white linen trousers

find yourself home

and sit by our window

and talk to me like

I’ll be home in an hour

April showers

how easy to forgive you

morning flowers have yet to meet your hours

float so easily and take me to the deep end

hold me wishfully and send me slowly sinking

when the early bird sings

a nearly familiar tune

April showers I’ll soak with you

I know you might not think

that I was always there to hear about your

experience of me

I know if feels unfair

to be the one to hear

everything that I think you’re doing wrong

but honey,

I wanna learn about what I did wrong too,

give me a chance to learn myself more

(I wanna learn your perspective)

can we just talk

talk about each other

all for one another and not forourselves

can we just talk

talk about each other

all for one another and not for ourselves

i want to learn about what i am like

I wanna know your perspective

can we just

April flowers

how easy to forget you

morning showers have yet to meet your hours

float so easily and take me to the deep end

hold me wishfully and send me slowly sinking

when the early bird sings

a nearly familiar tune

April flower I’ll think of you