Maricopa - Gardens

There was no surprise, my name came with a price

Did you pay in gold with a body in denial

I was a rambler’s son, if I had to tell someone

While I’ve been losing blood, it’s been building in your lungs

I am the burden

Yeah, I am the pain in your eyes

And I wasn’t the first, so I’m not sure I’ll last through the night

I was the open book

But there are some pages I’d never let you write

But I’ll stay the open door if only you turn out the light

I’ve been abandoned

Can anyone answer for me?

Cause I’ve cut myself open

Is it too much to ask for relief?

So pull me from the vine

I’ll be grafted in with time