One missed phonecall and seven bills unpayed the nights spent thinking about you are worth the shadows in my eyes it was not meant to surprise, you when the stars aligned in your favor I guess that its ok that the flowers on the table are from a credit line of boyfriends but the flowers in your eyes are all mine. My last demands would be that you would cut the noose around my neck, share a glass of wine and put a velcro name tag on well move on when you move, you move on it'll be easy to detach what to do and what to say. I guess that its ok that the flowers on your table soaked up all the water and started on my blood its better that way, because white roses gone to red end things beautifully.