the spring by honey the witch

I don't want to be a wilted rose
in an old abandoned house.
I want to grow in the garden.
I want to live in the garden.

maybe someday I'll be beautiful,
spread my petals toward the sun,
follow her west as the evening passes overhead
and bloom when morning comes.

I don't want to be a second thought,
silver medal to your gold.
I want to win just once in a while.
I don't want to hurt, no I want to smile.

maybe someday I'll be on a stage
in some distant country far away
and nobody knows my real name
except you, you and me,
except you and me.

I don't want to be an empty room,
a quiet ghost of someone's pain.
cover me in laughter, like the spring.
I don't want to cry, no I want to sing.
I want to sing.

• Alternative
• Folk
• folk
• indie
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Los Angeles