Marigolds

You stood by the doorway

In an overused t-shirt

Asking me questions about my day

To forget about yours

Now I see you less often

And we don't speak much either

Fifteen years spent in the same place

But I wanted more

Buried in the fields under the marigolds

La flor de la vida

Lie our footprints marked beneath the dirt

Guarda recuerdos

We'd pick fruit from the lemon trees, or cut off the branches, set fire to the Earth

If you would've told me it'd be last time

I'd have carried it's worth

You drew the line

On your side of the bedroom

Told me with your eyes, the darker it gets

The more I'd cross

Now I stare at the ceiling

In a brand-new apartment

Trying to remember, were the sheets painted green or some type of scarlet?

Buried in the fields under the marigolds

La flor de la vida

Lie our footprints marked beneath the dirt

Guarda recuerdos

We'd pick fruit from the lemon trees or cut off the branches, set fire to the earth

If you would've told me it'd be last time

I'd have carried it's worth

Sooner or later the colors start fading

I hate that they're slipping away with each night

Telling Dad's jokes but the punchline keeps changing

I'm scared of the day that they gone from our minds

Buried in the fields under the marigolds

La flor de la vida

Lie our footprints marked beneath the dirt

Guarda recuerdos

We'd pick fruit from the lemon trees, or cut off the branches, set fire to the earth

If you would've told me it'd be last time

I'd have carried it's worth