You brought me flowers
But what does it mean?
I can ponder for hours
But I still want you to leave

And this wine is my favorite
I'm surprised you remembered,
I don't know what you expect of it
The man I once loved, you almost resembled

But you haven't been him for a long while
And I know you'll never be him again
Sure, these gestures make me smile
But to say I still love you would be pretend

Would the glass still have shattered had you not used it for wine?

Would the blanket still have caught fire had you not lit a cigarette?

Would your rent still be late had you not went to the casino?

Would I still have this pit in my stomach had you never said hello?

I'll write you a letter
That you'll never see,
I hope to feel better,
Go back to being me