Every day he carry back his sullen flowers
And casts them all aside before the door
And then the hours at home
But beware they’re still growing on their own
A tangled-petal pile
Maroon in moonlight hours
They frown back at the fortunate
A spite he never knew they had
He lay awake and think of all his sullen flowers
Their darkened little leaves outside
Are feeling the foundation
They’re feeling for a hold
Their silent meanings alone for him to know
They wrangle through the night
For proof he’s at the window again
He frowns down on their lust and hate
Reminded that they’ll ever wait
Because when they have him they know the ropes
Push that force of habit and it just coasts
Ever wait, ever wait
Ever was
Evermore
The weight of all the daylight with his sullen flowers
Is hung upon a peg beside the door
Until tomorrow has come
The morning shouldn’t feel like that for anyone
The angled light arrives
The room seems so much smaller defined
His frown wakes and then the rest revives
Caught off-guard for the millionth time
He starts to wonder when his will will resign
The sullen flowers are the strength he hides
Because when they have him they know the ropes
Sink that force of habit and it just floats
Ever wait, ever wait
Ever was
Evermore
