holding me to spite myself, i try to find the door
how could I want something else? i only know destroy
no one has to know
you are not the only one to who i give my power
i have blossomed many nights then withered by the hour
no one has to know
holy smokes, you are that ghost! i should have given creedence
to the words my mother cried but who would have believed her
oh so long ago
no one has to know
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Stumbling upon Tiny Ruins felt like when I first stumbled upon Leonard Cohen in my late teens. The lyrics, the music, the voice come together in a unique melancholic and tender delivery. Loving it! that.bowl.of.petunias