Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy

I can't pretend that we weren't lovers

Like I don't know how you taste,

Can't pretend I don't know how you move

And the way you shift when you're happy

Can't pretend you didn't know how I'd always kiss you first

Can't pretend like you didn't know that whenever you kissed first,

I'd melt like butter on your tongue

Always lovers, never friends

I can't pretend like you're not the air I still breathe

Like you're not the one of my dreams

I know these songs are getting repetitive

I'm sorry, every song's about you

I found your Polaroid in my wallet

A perfect picture of happiness

I can't forget the way you felt,

A happy ending to a disaster beginning

I still have the rose you gave me (dying flowers)

It's dead now, like my air when I think of you

You're still the one of my dreams

I know I say the same shit everytime

All the songs were suddenly about you

And I'll say,

If I bide my time,

Would you ever feel alright?

More like blooming flowers?

I still have your picture in my wallet

I still have your dying flowers

I still have your shirt,

I'm trying hard not to sleep with it on,

Just for a chance I can maybe still smell you

I'm sorry every song's about you,

Fuck your dying flowers