Lilies

The past times
Things go wrong
The wild swings
The heavy hits
In the back of some car

The wild hope
Down the stairs
With lilies waiting tall

Painkill mixed with knockout from your locker
Waiting to hit you

The bright light
The high load
All your sinister wicked rolls
And all my time was wasted

We look at things in a wrong set of colors:
Kisses
A sunset
A razor
A gun
We want it all
But the price is a horror
And it would be you

A blind spot
A long face
Listening from far

You’ve got the bends
A phobia
Waiting to hit you

The bright light
The high load
You never know when he comes
And all my time was wasted
On wasteful things