Flowers

I left you flowers by the stairs, you didn't look though
One final plea for you to stay and not to let me go
But you were gone, the curtains drawn

Now I'm swaying to the sound of my own thoughts
Keeping myself company in your dirty old socks

I ran to watch you through the window as you drove off
The dust kicked up and whirled around your fading pickup
Oh, you're gone and I'm alone

Swaying to the sound of my own thoughts
Keeping myself company in your dirty old socks

I thought you were home cause you said you were my home
And I never thought that I would come home to dying flowers
I thought you'd be here standing by me through the years
But now all that I can do is sit and stare at dying flowers

I thought you were home cause you said you were my home
And I never thought that I would come home to dying flowers
I thought you'd be here standing by me through the years
But now all that I can do is sit and stare

And sway to the sound of my own thoughts
Keep myself company in your dirty old socks
Gaze at my reflection in the mirror
Hope if I close my eyes you might reappear

Dying flowers, dying
Dying flowers, dying

The petals fell along the steps and I won't move them
Until I'm ready and I know I want to move on