Flowers

I got your flowers, and I've been waiting

A couple of hours

Hours, hours

We've been here before, maybe too many times

Where you mess it up and have no idea how to make it all right

So you run out to the store, you've done that a lot

For something that you did or something you forgot

Apologies are nice, but changing is better

And since we been together, you haven't done much of that

Yeah, I got your flowers, and I've been waiting

A couple of hours to call you, to tell you

That they've lost their power, that I don't feel compelled to forgive you

They're just a temporary fix, a temporary gift

Oh, I got your flowers

This time, it's different, finally realized

I can give 'em all the water in the world, but they're still gonna die

And you still won't listen, you'll do it all again

And you'll be in the flower aisle, it's a vicious cycle that never ends

The internet said it's your love language

But I don't think that it's your love language

I think that's it's a bribe to make me change my mind

So I don't want your flowers 'cause I'm done pretending

That a couple of hours and some daisies can mend it

And fuck all their power, and the way that you bend it

I don't want your temporary fix if temporary gifts is all you got to give

I don't want your flowers

I don't want your, I don't want your, I don't want your flowers

I don't want your, I don't want your flowers

Those petals won't settle our dust

Those daisies can't save me or us

Those petals won't settle our dust

Those daisies won't save me or us