I twist and turn to get away
A fire burns in this old place
You're glued to the wall
The thought could kill us all
It's strange how you make that twisted face
I thought about it gave you all my grace
You're so sick of running
And I'm sick of your face
That feeling's so acerbic
Your dry and bitter taste
You writhe up and cower
My little wallflower
I know I miss you
But words are hard to say
I said I love you
But I know you'll run away
And it was only Wednesday
When I saw you at the play
Your hair was shining
And your lips were beaming
I knew I had it all
But all for the wrong reasons
I know it's fall
But can we make it past the season?
It's like I'm not there at all
Cause you're glued to the wall
You writhe up and cower, my little wallflower
I'm not a Shaman
So don't take too much from me
I'm not a poet
So my words aren't so clean
I'm not a god
So don't try to worship me
I'm just a man
Who nestles up under a tree
Your words are soft
And you're sweet like tangerines
I'm just a man
So you know I can't compete
If God gave me his powers
And I killed the cold and weak
Would you still be my wallflower?
Please save us, we're so cold and weak
We're so cold and weak
We're so cold and weak
We're so cold and weak
We're so cold and weak