dehydrate
I brought you these flowers
A bouquet I made ya
I stole from the front yards
Of all of my neighbors
This took me hours
I picked all your favorites
You let them dehydrate
In a matter of days
Gave much more than just my time to you
Wish I knew back then that all you'd do was waste it
Coulda saved myself the heartbreak
And wasted energy
Cos it wouldn't ever be reciprocated
I brought you these flowers
A bouquet I made ya
I stole from the front yards
Of all of my neighbors
This took me hours
I picked all your favorites
You let them dehydrate
In a matter of days
I been racking my brains
Like what she gon' think?
And do she like daisies?
Does she like pink?
Will she be cutting off the stems, give 'em something to drink?
Will she keep them in a vase or kitchen sink?
And it might seem kind of crazy, but I'm starting to think
I'm over-contemplating, complicating this
And I'm on the brink of asking if she'll be my wife
I brought you these flowers
A bouquet I made ya
I stole from the front yards
Of all of my neighbors
This took me hours
I picked all your favorites
You let them dehydrate
In a matter of days
A bouquet I made ya
I stole from the front yards
Of all of my neighbors
This took me hours
I picked all your favorites
You let them dehydrate
In a matter of days
Gave much more than just my time to you
Wish I knew back then that all you'd do was waste it
Coulda saved myself the heartbreak
And wasted energy
Cos it wouldn't ever be reciprocated
I brought you these flowers
A bouquet I made ya
I stole from the front yards
Of all of my neighbors
This took me hours
I picked all your favorites
You let them dehydrate
In a matter of days
I been racking my brains
Like what she gon' think?
And do she like daisies?
Does she like pink?
Will she be cutting off the stems, give 'em something to drink?
Will she keep them in a vase or kitchen sink?
And it might seem kind of crazy, but I'm starting to think
I'm over-contemplating, complicating this
And I'm on the brink of asking if she'll be my wife
I brought you these flowers
A bouquet I made ya
I stole from the front yards
Of all of my neighbors
This took me hours
I picked all your favorites
You let them dehydrate
In a matter of days
Credits
Writer(s): Parrish Warrington, Diederik Van Elsas
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