Arkh Zeus - Scarred Ties Lyrics

Look at this garden of anemones
My heart says they all resemble enemies
But I let them all become a friend of me
Look what they did to me
Tattoos all without the ink, yeah
They’re not too fond of how I think, yeah
Clean plate damaged by the sink, yeah
Yeah
No closure
I can’t even recollect the warmth of your shoulder
Only sure thing is that it’ll get colder
Making dams while I lay my head
To rest on these boulders
Well now they’re tipping over
Look at this garden of anemones
My heart says they all resemble enemies
But I let them all become a friend of me
Look what they did to me
Tattoos all without the ink, yeah
They’re not too fond of how I think, yeah
Clean plate damaged by the sink, yeah
Yeah
Look at what you made
Am I still beautiful or not, huh?
Look at what you made
Damn right, I’m a product of my mama
Look at what you made
Is it ‘cause I start to look a lot like my father
And that triggers the trauma?
Why do I even bother?
Look at this garden of anemones
My heart says they all resemble enemies
But I let them all become a friend of me
Look what they did to me
Tattoos all without the ink, yeah
They’re not too fond of how I think, yeah
Clean plate damaged by the sink, yeah
Yeah

Look at this garden of anemones
My heart says they all resemble enemies
But I let them all become a friend of me
Look what they did to me
Tattoos all without the ink, yeah
They’re not too fond of how I think, yeah
Clean plate damaged by the sink, yeah
Yeah
No closure
I can’t even recollect the warmth of your shoulder
Only sure thing is that it’ll get colder
Making dams while I lay my head
To rest on these boulders
Well now they’re tipping over
Look at this garden of anemones
My heart says they all resemble enemies
But I let them all become a friend of me
Look what they did to me
Tattoos all without the ink, yeah
They’re not too fond of how I think, yeah
Clean plate damaged by the sink, yeah
Yeah
Look at what you made
Am I still beautiful or not, huh?
Look at what you made
Damn right, I’m a product of my mama
Look at what you made
Is it ‘cause I start to look a lot like my father
And that triggers the trauma?
Why do I even bother?
Look at this garden of anemones
My heart says they all resemble enemies
But I let them all become a friend of me
Look what they did to me
Tattoos all without the ink, yeah
They’re not too fond of how I think, yeah
Clean plate damaged by the sink, yeah
Yeah