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
