The Florist

She's been sorting you out, a flower bouquet Picks 'em straight from the ground It's good dead anyway Your favourite colors, and 2D lovers You've been keeping clean Living off plant feed, and fertiliser This one's a fighter Although I can see This isn't healthy You can see why this should stop But I know this too well And I just can't tell When enough is enough Enough, the feeling is tough Tough every time You walk out the door You're packing your stuff Stuff is looking so rough Rough but so cool Why you leaving me for? What you leaving me for? Why you leaving? She's been lost at sea 'Til he swam down to the coral reef And what surprised her They looked just like ya' Although I can see This isn't healthy You can see why this should stop But I know this too well And I just can't tell When enough is enough Enough, the feeling is tough Tough every time You walk out the door You're packing your stuff Stuff is looking so rough Rough but so cool Why you leaving me for? It's never enough Enough, the feeling is tough Tough every time You walk out the door You're packing your stuff Stuff is looking so rough Rough but so cool Why you leaving me for? What you leaving me for? I won't eat I won't sleep I get weak, and that's when I take it There's no point in saving I won't eat I won't sleep I get weak, and that's when I take it There's no point in saving Why you leaving? Why you leaving? Why you leaving, oh? Why you leaving? Why you leaving?