The Petrified Florist
Kurt Wagner
A goofy libra a drafty car i do believe i've stepped on
My guitar
A borrowed bender a liver ends until you've seen it it's
Really just pretend
A coward's trade a careful foray against the blade a patent
Answer can't wait to get my hands on her
The closing of the coor the blistered buttered roar oh
Callous even hand in the village of the damned
A broken glass the broken table the spitting image if i
Was able
A frightened bird the written word our daily logic has
Become absurd
And when you see her smile you live the fever for a little
While you'll never ever leave her my crippled friend