Flowers

Rob Dickson

Compositor: Rob Dickson

Drove to city hall with my arms all wrapped in Sun
Sweat stains on my sleeves and my heartbeat like a drum
I parked a block away by the market in the shade
To feel myself go walking up to live out love's offered trade

We never spent too much, found a dress for twenty bucks
White leather thrift store boots on that your mother said she loved
There was colour in your face, fished with your father yesterday
You stood and we greeted, and I could not look away

We were kids when you first saw me
I had so much left to learn
You call me out when I start falling
Light me up and watch me burn

Fresh and dry were done our crying
Our ribbon’s tied and lets keep tying
The flowers from the banks in bloom
Our mothers' mothers in the ballroom
I swear it's true, I wont stop trying
No hesitation, no denying
Tired bodies, limbs entwined
We'll get fucked up and we'll be fine
My friend