Flowers

Is it funny?
You can't stay away
I'm in your blood
I'm in your veins
The worst things I could do
The worst things I could say
Couldn't keep you away from me
Keep you away from it

Is it funny now?
You say you are sick of it
I know in my gut, you will always be thinking of me
Went down to the sea to see what she would think of it
Spat in my face, told me, "Don't drag me into this"
Shout at me now, I'm ashamed to hold onto it
Need it too much, I'm afraid to let go of it

You cut tomatoes, they're soft to the touch
When will you punish me for what I have done?
You cut them straight through, fall apart in your hands
If I am punished, I am free from the bad

So come on, step up to it, plants do not water themselves
(Part of me wants you to taste just how bad it can feel)
So come on, step up to it, plants do not water themselves
(Part of mе wants you to taste just how bad it can feel)

On Monday she clearеd all the gunk from my heart
Shovelled it out to make room for the light
I said it was clear, but I know that it wasn't
Was trying to help, but I couldn't make sense of it

So come on, step up to it, plants do not water themselves
(Part of me wants you to taste just how bad it can feel)
So come on, step up to it, plants do not water themselves
(Part of me wants you to taste just how bad it can feel)
So come on step up to it, plants do not water themselves