Wilted Flowers

Well the flowers that I bought to you, slowly turning gray

And the smell of your perfume, is all but gone away

From the left side of my pillowcase

The one I take when I'm away

I've been on the road

From the flatlands of Kansas to the city of Salt Lake

And the hills of West Virginia, all the way to St. John's Bay

I've seen the stars fall from the sky

Lost my breath and mesmerized

There ain't nothing on your

Woah oh

Woah oh yeah

Well I've loved you for six years

And a little bit of change

I know everything about you, every freckle on your face

So tell me please won't you tell me why, every time I close my eyes

Fell you slipping away

Woah oh

Woah oh yeah

Well I spend most every evening

On a hazy dim lit stage

Singing songs about heartbreak, and my crazy fucked up brain

And all the faces in the crowd

It's clear to see they've been hurt somehow

So can't open my eyes

No oh

Woah oh

No I can't

So just like your flowers and your perfume

Just can't seem to stay

I've been helping for heartbreak, making my own way

Flashbacks to the living room

Where I don't need your attitude

Keep pushing me away

Woah oh

Woah oh

Yeah

Well the flowers that I brought to you, are slowly turning gray