Bloomed & Died - Minor Majority

I got ways to make you talk

When I don’t even want to know

You know how to make me feel

Like rolling over slow

And looking at us it may seem

Like all of our intentions could easily meet

When it comes down, it’s like a curse

And it gets worse

Till even going to bed has to be justified

All kindness has been out aside

There’s no redeeming qualities for you & I

As we have bloomed & died

Taking any sense there was

Leaving it behind

This is just a painful way

Way of wasting time

And looking at us it may seem

That I’m just impossible and you are such a queen

I get absent like a cloud

So you get loud

Look at how the s*** it has intensified

You are wrong, so I have lied

There’s no attempt of reconcile

As we have bloomed & died