Daft

Would not want that compromise,

They all started boarding the bus,

No clue where they were going,

A mistake that was about to be explained,

The slowness spreading throughout to the city,

Those blooms are mine,

Bass was starting to climb,

A little yellow and crimson,

The branches and thorns were put there for a reason,

To protect its growth for a good chance of survival,

Twice the difference between you and me.

Though they have a secret to tell me,

I want to ply it out of their ignorance,

Petty and slow,

Before letting out the rest of the screen.