The Petrified Florist

A goofy Libra a drafty car I do believe, I've stepped on my guitar A borrowed bender a liver ends Until you've seen it, it's really just pretend A coward's trade a careful foray Against the blade a patent Answer can't wait To get my hands on her The closing of the coor The blistered buttered roar, oh Callous even hand In the village of the damned A broken gla*s, the broken table The spitting image if I was able A frightened bird the written word Our daily logic has become absurd And when you see her smile You live the fever for a little While you'll never ever leave her My crippled friend