Flowers

No credit cards no shooting stars
Just living hell in a wishing well
Float on broken shells
No waving flags, just bags of sand
All credit cards count shooting stars

I'm a field of flowers
I am the dirt below
Just let go

No credit cards no shooting stars
Just living hell in a wishing well
Float on broken shells
No waving flags, just bags of sand
All credit cards count shooting stars
And buried hearts

(A field & feels)

I'm a field of flowers
I am the dirt below
Weightlessness describes a certain energy
Holding on is just a way of killing time
Just let go

A field & feels
(You wanna kill it)