Nymphaeaceae
'Neath the writhing reeds
Trying to grow itself free
Hears the Sun sing loud
You wear that hurt
Like it's armor
Only harms ya
You don't need it

You had a hole ripped in your heart
And any effort made to heal it
Only tore you more apart
So you gave in to your demons

You can lay it down

Nymphaeaceae
Climbs in pollen on the bee
Takes flight o’er the sea
And the hurt laid down
You hear the echo of hope's sound
Calling you home now
But you're afraid it's not real

You had a hole ripped in your heart
And any effort made to heal it
Only tore you more apart
So you gave in to your demons

You can lay it down

Nymphaeaceae
Listens to signaling stigma
She sings upon the breeze
She's singing out
She's singing him home
What took you so long?
Let's stick it out
Let's grow

You can lay it down
And we can stick it out
Let's stick it out