I'm sorry for the flowers
I didn't realize the burden of being so pretty
The timing and the effort
That such beauty could bring such pity

I'm sorry for the hours
You've spent wishing I was doing what I wasn't
The waiting that you've suffered
Hoping its bringing happiness when it doesn't

**** these dozen roses
A red reminder of my ineptitudes
The buzzing in the interludes
The red herring that I've served to you

**** these dozen roses
A celebration without serenity
Her mind without amenity
It isn't much but oh what it's meant to me

I'm sorry for the little things
I hope you can find a way to leave them where they lie
I'm sorry for the flowers
You don't have to do anything,
just leave them 'till they die.