The Flowers On The Floor

A flannel on the floor
Spoke quietly to me
And you hoped
I didn’t see

The crystal on your chest
His gift, an amethyst
And I fought
For second best

Why do you run from things
You know you cannot hide?
Even Samson fell
In a troubled state of mind

The flowers on the floor
And the roses that are dead
My hope
You won’t forget

If I could disagree
With one thing
You can’t fall
To fight for nothing

I lost all of you
For a chance to see things through

The only part of you
That wants to stay with me
The vomit on the floor
Of my passenger seat

And I cried out (I fought to stay with you)
When I thought that it would matter to you (but it does!)
When you were sick I heated soup and I
I left all of me you