Flowers

I left you flowers by the stairs, you didn't look though

One final plea for you to stay and not to let me go

But you were gone, the curtains drawn

Now I'm swaying to the sound of my own thoughts

Keeping myself company in your dirty old socks

I ran to watch you through the window as you drove off

The dust kicked up and whirled around your fading pickup

Oh, you're gone and I'm alone

Swaying to the sound of my own thoughts

Keeping myself company in your dirty old socks

I thought you were home cause you said you were my home

And I never thought that I would come home to dying flowers

I thought you'd be here standing by me through the years

But now all that I can do is sit and stare at dying flowers

I thought you were home cause you said you were my home

And I never thought that I would come home to dying flowers

I thought you'd be here standing by me through the years

But now all that I can do is sit and stare

And sway to the sound of my own thoughts

Keep myself company in your dirty old socks

Gaze at my reflection in the mirror

Hope if I close my eyes you might reappear

Dying flowers, dying

Dying flowers, dying

The petals fell along the steps and I won't move them

Until I'm ready and I know I want to move on