flowers

written by harry maynard


we’ve been texting every night for a week

god i hope i don’t fall so easily today

i won’t reply so i don’t lose my footing

but i can’t lie i think i’m losing it, anyway


i wake up at 6:30, is it too early

to be texting you, but god, it would be worth it

this hour of the morning, i hope to talk shortly

you rested well but i could go for more sleep

now it’s half past nine, i could talk all night

how we lose track of time

we could talk for hours, do you like the sound of it?

i’ll kick myself tomorrow, i wish i bought you flowers


(you’re fallin’ too, how out of character

you’re fallin’ down but I think I can catch ya)


it’s all the little things that hurt

you left behind your shirt

you text and i just missed it

a mark on my cheek from where you kissed it

the distance sucks and I can’t wait months, it’s like breaking up a few times a year

when we say goodbye, is it real this time? do you feel alright cause I’ve cried and teared


i wake up at 6:30, i know it’s too early

to be texting you, but fuck it you’re worth it

this hour of the morning, i know we’ll talk shortly

you rested well but i could go for more sleep

now it’s half past nine, I could talk all night

and then the sun will rise

we could talk for hours, I know you love the sound of it

i’ll kick myself tomorrow, i forgot to give you flowers


i forgot (but they’re not wilting, they’re waiting for you to be back again)

i forgot to give you flowers

(i’ll get another chance to give them to you yet)

i forgot to give you flowers

(da-da-da)

i forgot to give you flowers

(da-da-da)