Grow Our Thorns Elsewhere

Who will be the flower
clinging around your skull?
Thousands of thorns,
and they're stinging you
And I'll only ever be
Poisonous ivy

I'm more of the eight ball,
cryptical as hell
Everything you could guess
And a blind man could tell
But you don't need my advice
You live your life well

I have to grow my thorns elsewhere

Who will be the flower
clinging around your skull?
Thousands of thorns,
and they're stinging you
And I'll only ever be
Poisonous ivy

I'm more of a phone call,
on a noisy line
You would already know
what's on my mind
You're searching for reasons
I'm undefined

You have to grow your thorns elsewhere

Who will be the flower
clinging around your skull?
Thousands of thorns,
and they're stinging you
And I'll only ever be
Poisonous ivy

Better we stay this way
You're the skull and I'm the snake
None of us beautifully sleeping

None of us awake

We have to grow our thorns elsewhere

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I wrote this song inspired by a tattoo draft my sis found, as you might have guessed one of old school type. Almost all old school things came into these lyrics, except maybe an Ace of spades, Satan or a sailor girl? Either way this is the result, meant to be read metaphorically. But you most likely got that already. Somehow this one really seems to have a special meaning to me.
I'll be doing an audio video of my last posted song during the week, stay tuned for it.
FJAERIL in the JAR