Flowers

Is it funny?
 You can't stay away
 I'm in your blood
 I'm in your veins
 The worst things I could do
 The worst things I could say
 Couldn't keep you away from me
 Keep you away from it
 Is it funny now?
 You say you are sick of it
 I know in my gut, you will always be thinking of me
 Went down to the sea to see what she would think of it
 Spat in my face, told me, "Don't drag me into this"
 Shout at me now, I'm ashamed to hold onto it
 Need it too much, I'm afraid to let go of it
 You cut tomatoes, they're soft to the touch
 When will you punish me for what I have done?
 You cut them straight through, fall apart in your hands
 If I am punished, I am free from the bad
 So come on, step up to it, plants do not water themselves
 (Part of me wants you to taste just how bad it can feel)
 So come on, step up to it, plants do not water themselves
 (Part of mе wants you to taste just how bad it can feel)
 On Monday she clearеd all the gunk from my heart
 Shovelled it out to make room for the light
 I said it was clear, but I know that it wasn't
 Was trying to help, but I couldn't make sense of it
 So come on, step up to it, plants do not water themselves
 (Part of me wants you to taste just how bad it can feel)
 So come on, step up to it, plants do not water themselves
 (Part of me wants you to taste just how bad it can feel)
 So come on step up to it, plants do not water themselves