The flowers died on Monday
The flowers died on Monday
The ones that’s showed up at my door
I say that I love you
“I’ll always love you more”
We sit and watch my favorite show
“You spoiled it, I already know”
We say goodnight and go to bed
“Without you I’m filled with dread”
We wake up and go to work
“When I come home I’ll read your work”
I get home, I wait and I wait
I’m still alone, it’s half past eight.
The flowers died on Monday
You died two weeks before.
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