Flowers

Is it funny? You can't stay away I'm in your blood I'm in your veins The worst things I could do The worst things I could say Couldn't keep you away from me Keep you away from it Is it funny now? You say you are sick of it I know in my gut, you will always be thinking of me Went down to the sea to see what she would think of it Spat in my face, told me, "Don't drag me into this" Shout at me now, I'm ashamed to hold onto it Need it too much, I'm afraid to let go of it You cut tomatoes, they're soft to the touch When will you punish me for what I have done? You cut them straight through, fall apart in your hands If I am punished, I am free from the bad So come on, step up to it, plants do not water themselves (Part of me wants you to taste just how bad it can feel) So come on, step up to it, plants do not water themselves (Part of mе wants you to taste just how bad it can feel) On Monday she clearеd all the gunk from my heart Shovelled it out to make room for the light I said it was clear, but I know that it wasn't Was trying to help, but I couldn't make sense of it So come on, step up to it, plants do not water themselves (Part of me wants you to taste just how bad it can feel) So come on, step up to it, plants do not water themselves (Part of me wants you to taste just how bad it can feel) So come on step up to it, plants do not water themselves