Asking for Flowers

It's complicated, technically I'm certified
A walking declaration of everything I couldn't get right
Time is just an anchor, but seven years I think I'm right
And now you've changed your number
It's like a noose around my life

Every pill I took in vain
Every meal for you I made
Every penny I put away

Asking for flowers is like asking you to be nice
Don't tell me you're too tired
Ten years I've been working nights

My life is like a picture left out too long in the sun
Now I'm trying to remember all the faces of the names I've loved
And all that's left of me now is a cigarette burning bright
And a fading memory of all the things I tried to get right

Every pill I took in vain
Every meal for you I made
Every plan I tried to make

Asking for flowers is like asking you to be nice
Don't tell me you're too tired
Ten years I've been working nights

Every pill I took in vain
Every meal for you I made
Every bill I went and paid
Every card I signed my name
Every time I poured my heart out
Every threat you made to move out
Every cruel word you let just slip out
Every cruel word you let just slip out

Asking for flowers is like asking you to be nice
Don't tell me you're too tired
Ten years I've been working nights
Don't tell me you're too tired
Ten years I've been working nights