Blooms Like Flowers

Maybe I'm just too grid-like
I cut life with an Exacto knife
Grid-like
And these traits, are they really mine or my genetics or some bullshit about my sun sign?
For me life is just math and we're figures on a map and we walk so very far though it's really so small but we try to walk tall
But for you time blooms like flowers
For you time blooms like flowers
For you time blooms like flowers

And so I lie awake at night...
For me time is just the frame in which we squeeze our little name and we try not to waste but if we do, we're only to blame.
But for you, for you time blooms like flowers
For you life moves beyond hours