My Last Two Weeks

When I returned, you buried my last two weeks

My last two weeks of my new times, so it didn't seem like

A wasted mouthful, a wasted mouthful

Because of a trip that was trapped inside of you

I was trapped inside you and always imagined that I could

I always imagined, imagined I would

Conjure you up, conjure you up

So it didn't seem like, it didn't seem like

I was conditioned, I was conditioned about that

So it didn't seem like, a wasted mouthful

Am I untruthful? Am I untruthful?

As a result of being, maybe, maybe it was too soon

The red rose, I liken it to the flicker of the pure

Fleeting moments, precede our actions

Light that's not burning, light that's not burning

No more lost sinking feeling, tethered to your shoe, tethered to you

We ask the controller, he sends us flames, our lying bodies sleep

His whispered word says, ahh, this is how, this is how it looks

From where we weep, tethered to red rose, tethered to your shoe

To the seven of cups, tethered to you