Billy Howerdel - Poison Flowers

I tend to rescue  
It’s just the part I play 
allure of the train wreck  
can’t look away 
breath taken, eyes closed 
Prepared to submerge  
Crafting excuses once more 
To clear the path for your return 

I was the engine and you drove me recklessly 
The glass on the asphalt is all that is left me 
 I was the instrument you already knew how to play 
Continually surprised it always ends this way 
I’m redirecting my energy from these 
These poison flowers 
And back to things and those who truly matter 

I must confess my sisters and brothers 
our demons play nice with each other 
The glorious allure, the pleasure and the shame 
These were the Angels I cast out before I knew 
Painted as killers and whores from stories untrue  
Pouched from the sideline slide into this circus in vain 
Hooked on the drama they whisper like cocaine 
Facts have been shredded, it’s too hard to find the truth 
Search for those Angels I cast out before I knew 

I’m redirecting my energy from these 
These poison flowers 
And back to things and those who truly matter 

These were the Angels I cast out before I knew 
Painted as killers and whores from stories untrue  
Pouched from the sideline slide into this circus in vain 
Hooked on the drama they whisper like cocaine