Can you hear all of my open wounds? I'm whispering as loud as the flowers bloom. I've been somewhere in the sky, don't worry. I'll be right on time if I can help it, I'm so sorry. I've been trying not to cry at the grocery store. Little bully inside, pinning me to the floor. It must be easier than it seems, but I can't get these thorns out of my teeth, it's killing me but I want more.