Thank You Florist

The mountains around my eyes set on fire
Before I could even swallow my own spit
I was born a boy with many opinions
And now I'm a girl who doesn't really care about anything
This beautiful thing happens every day
It's called the sun, it's called my blood
And it's the only thing making us want to be alive
I'm really grateful for the people I've met
But that won't make me die any less
A mound of dust that light somehow seeps through
And creates you
Thank you

The snow is falling at the perfect speed
The rain is falling at the perfect speed
The cars are driving at the perfect speed
My legs are moving at the perfect speed
My arm is moving at the perfect speed