Flores

I wouldn't want to be him
When he notices that you miss me
He's probably a good guy
And deserves to be treated right
I wouldn't want to be him
Sliding his fingers down your back
And feeling that your skin doesn't react
Like it does with me

When I give you flowers, think of me
'Cause I'll have songs for you
And a canvas of colors to take away every part that's gray
When you're perfect but not happy
And barely understand, think of me
We still have afternoons left
And it's not too late
My love, to feel

Hey
Call me when you're alone
You know this is our time
If you haven't talked to me yet, it's 'cause you're better off now
Though I know sometimes you cry
The same times you fall in love
Don't look for the same story in a thousand people

When I give you flowers, think of me
'Cause I'll have songs for you
And a canvas of colors to take away every part that's gray
When you're perfect but not happy
And barely understand, think of me
We still have afternoons left
And it's not too late
My love, to feel

And it's not too late, my love, to feel