What You Love

Today I packed my flowers and left
Hope and a dream and my heart on my sleeve near my wrist
Walked in to a bonfire of a meeting room
Sirens inside and
Tiny little trees covered in corporate ink on the bench

You’ll see, someday when you shatter
It’ll be for nothing
But the rich man’s always coming
To strip you of what you love

It’ll be for nothing, what you love
It’ll be for nothing, what you love

Desire to find some kind of meaning
Lie in the fields not the ruins of what you built around me
Promises of who you’ll be in thirty years
I don’t like her and
Tiny little dreams smothered by expensive ash in the tray

You’ll see, someday when you shatter
It’ll be for nothing
But the rich man’s always coming
To strip you of what you love

It’ll be for nothing, what you love
It’ll be for nothing, what you love
It’ll be for nothing, what you love
It’ll be for nothing, what you love