When we met I built you a garden in my heart
This way I could pick you a flower every time you needed it
I sent you flowers when your bed felt too big for one
I sent you flowers when I missed your voice
I sent you flowers when your tears sung you to sleep
I sent your flowers when small things made me think of you
I picked
I picked
I picked
I picked until there was nothing left of my flowers
But the roots from which they grew

I'll be sure to send you a vase next time
Because at least you will think of me
The next time someone else sends you flowers