Bouquet

So bring on the April showers
Maybe if I had brought you flowers
This little cloud above my head
The one that hangs around my bed
Would run out of rain
But it’s tucked up in my brain
It just won’t go away
And I know that I’m to blame

I can’t decide if you’re missing me
So make the time worth my misery

Some days are grayscale and others are in pantone
Some days are a stormcloud and others are a rainbow
I’m so sorry, I’ll never be your bouquet
I won’t be your bouquet

Never anything more than the sum of all my parts
As the blossoms wilt you throw them out in an effort to restart
You won’t distinguish the pieces of me
Another fragrance for your shelf
Arranged to help you feel complete
So make the time worth my misery

Some days are grayscale and others are in pantone
Some days are a stormcloud and others are a rainbow
I’m so sorry, I’ll never be your bouquet
I won’t be your bouquet

I won’t be your bouquet
You’re just my novocaine
I can’t feel anything

Some days are grayscale and others are in pantone
Some days are a stormcloud and others are a rainbow
I’m so sorry, I’ll never be your bouquet
I won’t be your bouquet