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 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