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?