I used to smile wider
but now my smile is tired
These lined eyes used to be kind
I used to be fine
Your heart used to be mine

My heart used to be blind and
I had the kind of mind that goes out with the tide
Seer-suckered and wide eyed
Clear head waiting to be fried
Light heart waiting to be denied
All my blossoms waiting to be dried
Now they’re hanging inside
leaving piles
of petals
of times gone by