Killing Flowers

I've got no one to pick flowers for
But I gather them just the same
Put them in a old beer bottle
And drink poetry all night
And sleep all day

Where are you now, my sweet baby?
Do you ever think of me?
I thought I'd leave and I'd be happy
But I'm just killing flowers and reading poetry

This motel's got a hardback Bible
I read Proverbs 7 today
The Lord delivered me from that woman
If I'd have known that it was you I'd never have prayed

Where are you now, my sweet baby?
Do you ever think of me?
I thought I'd leave and I'd be happy
But I'm just killing flowers and reading poetry



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Jones Boyle
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