I give you flowers and tears
You give me sarcasm
I wish you would show a little more sympathy
You'd rather I get a backbone
I whisper unspoken love on your shoulder
You say it with a mothering tone
I have a panic attack whenever something doesn't fit
You dismiss it all with an iron fist
I dream of a place full of love and passion
You're just thankful you even exist
Money, *** miscommunication and occasional road trips
It's not necessarily a bad thing just
Our own sort of a
Dysfunctional relationship
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 2:01 AM UTC
I give you flowers and tears
You give me sarcasm
I wish you would show a little more sympathy
You'd rather I get a backbone
I whisper unspoken love on your shoulder
You say it with a mothering tone
I have a panic attack whenever something doesn't fit
You dismiss it all with an iron fist
I dream of a place full of love and passion
You're just thankful you even exist
Money, *** miscommunication and occasional road trips
It's not necessarily a bad thing just
Our own sort of a
Dysfunctional relationship
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