Flowers

I am buying myself flowers these days

Spent too much of my money on a yellow rose bouquet

To put on my windowsill, my new empty space to fill

I am buying myself flowers these days

I am buying myself wine to drink alone

Two buck chuck cabernet sauvignon

Today I found our old corkscrew, so I know what I need to do

I am buying myself wine to drink alone

I'm a 21st century woman who's crying like a little child

Wearing my poor heart on my shopping cart in the frozen food aisle

And I don't know what the hell I'm doing, spending my hard earned money for

When the truth is, I just can't afford to miss you anymore

I am buying myself a ticket for the train

Haven't left this town since you went away

Still so pissed that you got to leave, got a change of scenery

I am buying myself a ticket for the train

I'm a 21st century woman who's crying like a little child

At the same train station where we'd cheat the turnstile

And I don't know what the hell I'm doing, spending my hard-earned money for

The truth is, I just can't afford to miss you anymore

I am buying myself fresh cotton sheets

Got a low thread count, but the price is pretty sweet

See, I got to hold on to our set, and they won't let me forget

So I am buying myself fresh cotton sheets

Got to hold on to our corkscrew, but I couldn't hold on to you

So I am buying myself wine, buying myself time

Giving myself space, little love, a little grace

I am buying myself flowers these days

I am buying myself flowers these days