I'll be louder
Sunnied-up flowers
You've gone over
Iron is colder
I am a stone statue in thin grey paint
The closest thing to iron on my face
I know that you are angelic and good
And maybe I was extremely lucky
But it feels like your safe place is behind Ray Bans and delirious highs in the sun
Like you'd rather be seen open-mouthed in a photo than to ever actually be known
I'll be louder
Sunnied-up flowers
You've gone over
Iron is colder
I am a stone statue in thin grey paint
The closest thing to iron on my face
You love and take care of your shaky brother and
Feed the old and helpless
And our only point of connection
Was our deteriorated ancestors
You shake off your effortless creativity and compassion for the weak
By staying underslept and being choosy in your speech
Monger of all things deft and sincere
I don't regret bringing my business here, baby
My iron guise was a reaction to your name
And there was nothing to fear