I'm walking through a supermarket/ Trying to bag myself a bargain,

Hoping for a royal pardon / From my queen

I put some flowers in the basket / I'm hoping that they'll pass the mustard

'Cos I've been such a selfish bastard / Recently

Out of date daffodils won't save us / What do we do now, the magic has run out / I don't know what we are anymore

And out of date daffodils from sainsburys / what do we do now, the magic has run out / I don't know what we are, anymore, anymore

And my Mother will probably feint, when she finds out.

Will you appreciate my empty gesture / Whilst I self medicate to ease the pressure,

Our love became a work of fiction / Once you accused me of my addictions,

My demons came to crash the party / They've always been a big part of me,

I should have read the invitation / Nop alcoholic son's of satan, son's of satan, son's of satan with...

And my Mother will probably feint, when she finds out.

And my Father will try and hide, the pain in his eyes

And my brother will probably stick the boot in

But that won't change the way I'm feelin'

Out of date daffodils won't save us....