Slick like a serpent's (lie/love?) The queen on her Knight machine Worse than I've ever been I waited at the corner for you
Your flowers are hand grenades Your words are weapons of their mind In the contours of your heart
I wish for constellations
Your flowers are hand grenades Your words are weapons of their mind In the contours of your heart
I-I see the warning signs
You hurt cause I love you I never thought you would
Your flowers are hand grenades Your words are weapons of their mind
Your flowers are hand grenades Your flowers are hand grenades