Buckley Hendrix

Found against his worth
Pastor see's himself
Eyes resting now work
He thanks his former hell

You got a soul that is ageless
You don't write the songs for the few
But you're not a Buckley or Hendrix
Time to bury this dead part of you

Don't have to kiss you to love you
Or be close to care
Don't wanna grieve if I can hold you
I know the best of you is still

Apparitions can be blinding
A gift can be unfair
I can hear you through the silence
I know the best of you is still
In there

(Blossom, bloom, blossom, bloom)
(Blossom, bloom, blossom, bloom)

Echoes of his best
Pass him by at night
Why ask your muse to go easy
He hide and seeks by night

I was afraid that I lost you
You got your songs confused
Cuz you're not a Buckley or Hendrix
Walking tragedy serves who

Don't have to kiss you to love you
Or be close to care
Don't wanna grieve if I can hold you
I know the best of you is still

Apparitions can be blinding
A gift can be unfair
You know your gift is you can't hide it
I know the best of you is still
In there

(Blossom, bloom, blossom, bloom)
(Blossom, bloom, blossom, bloom)