Bouquet

So bring on the April showers
 Maybe if I had brought you flowers
 This little cloud above my head
 The one that hangs around my bed
 Would run out of rain
 But it's tucked up in my brain
 It just won't go away
 And I know that I'm to blame
 I can't decide if you're missing me
 So make the time worth my misery
 Some days are grayscale and others are in pantone
 Some days are a stormcloud and others are a rainbow
 I'm so sorry, I'll never be your bouquet
 I won't be your bouquet
 Never anything more than the sum of all my parts
 As the blossoms wilt you throw them out in an effort to restart
 You won't distinguish the pieces of me
 Another fragrance for your shelf
 Arranged to help you feel complete
 So make the time worth my misery
 Some days are grayscale and others are in pantone
 Some days are a stormcloud and others are a rainbow
 I'm so sorry, I'll never be your bouquet
 I won't be your bouquet
 I won't be your bouquet
 You're just my novocaine
 I can't feel anything
 Some days are grayscale and others are in pantone
 Some days are a stormcloud and others are a rainbow
 I'm so sorry, I'll never be your bouquet
 I won't be your bouquet