Last winter, my friends all visited my parents old house
Before the weeds were all pulled up
Before the vines came back around
To trap us in our useless steps

I was already sleeping for years
Dreaming of the carpets I stained in nauseating lust
No one got too close to avoid the vomit
Expelling from the bottom of my soul
That turned that whole world gray

Flowers in my hair
Twisting in my skin
Your friends put them there
To rot in my skull