It’s time for my flowers showers of petals Rain down on me To Wash away hours Gimme my feelings A forgotten flower, Pick them until the stems naked, I’ll keep my time It isn’t ours, Mine, Cancel my funeral arrangements For prior engagements Thoughtaholic mind state For this permanent statement Sustaining my place outside of the greats This is my lane of creation… I orbit around specific sounds This my stage Performing in an imaginary crowd While crowds are crowding Surrounding, celebrating and cheering so proud Hearts filled for their own victories Todays now allows particular amounts To slow down Smell some flowers It’s aloud I guess it’s… time for my flowers showers of petals Rain down on me To Wash away hours It’s time for my flowers showers of petals Rain down on me To Wash away hours Mmmmm… Mmmmm… Posted up in an empty lot A concrete meadow as beauty’s display disappointing decisions Spray painted on the side of the train Tracks squeak and spark Steel wheels move as they carry the weight Just West Side Highway Remember now as yesterday fades Abandoned buildings Glass bottle hills Street ditch syringes where kids play Matter to matters What once mattered As church stained windows Shatter… Curbside ghosts applaud and clap As the Main Street cruise route Is covered in flowers Flowered Sidewalks and streets flowers fall from the sky They soak me with pain As they Love me the same Individual petals placed next to please Tranquilities relic in what’s real without blame Floral and fading becomes a Pierced Veil As Fearing Death trusts you to pray Flowers are given… Original lyrics by THOUGHTAHOLIC (@d13ov04). Sound and production by THOUGHTAHOLIC & TENGÜRA. © 2026 THOUGHTAHOLIC & TENGÜRA | An Indiana-Istanbul collaboration.
