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 elseΒ sends you flowers
Keep your garden healthy, never give too much of it away.