Picking Flowers

It always starts so evergreen

Fresh cut roses in the vase

For me, for me, for me

Until a day apart turns into three

And now the flowers are turning brown

And we're screaming, "Water me!"

You told me in a parking lot

It's over and now my heart

Is an empty shopping mall

And you'll find someone younger

And I'll lose my appetite

Picking petals from the floor

And the diner next to our old house

I heard it's closing down

Nothing stays the same

You picked me, then changed your mind again

So I'll be picking flowers

Yeah, I'll be picking my own flowers

I'm born again in my daisy sheets

My daisy sheets

I spend my days with episodes

Of the recently deceased

Yeah, my chest feels tight but my dress fits better

I love England but I hate the weather

If you just stayed there, this never would have happened

Never would have happened

Nothing stays the same

You picked me, then changed your mind again

So I'll be picking flowers

Yeah, I'll be picking my own flowers

I'll be picking my own flowers

And we live here, and we die here

And we live here, and we die here

And we live here, and we die here

And we live here somehow

And we live here, and we die here

And we live here, and we die here

And we live here, and we die here

And we're live here somehow

Nothing stays the same

You picked me, then you changed

Oh you changed your mind again

So I'll be picking flowers

I'll be picking my own flowers

Yeah, I'll be picking my own flowers

I'll be picking my own flowers