Asking for Flowers

It's complicated, technically I'm certified A walking declaration of everything I couldn't get right Time is just an anchor, but seven years I think I'm right And now you've changed your number It's like a noose around my life Every pill I took in vain Every meal for you I made Every penny I put away Asking for flowers is like asking you to be nice Don't tell me you're too tired Ten years I've been working nights My life is like a picture left out too long in the sun Now I'm trying to remember all the faces of the names I've loved And all that's left of me now is a cigarette burning bright And a fading memory of all the things I tried to get right Every pill I took in vain Every meal for you I made Every plan I tried to make Asking for flowers is like asking you to be nice Don't tell me you're too tired Ten years I've been working nights Every pill I took in vain Every meal for you I made Every bill I went and paid Every card I signed my name Every time I poured my heart out Every threat you made to move out Every cruel word you let just slip out Every cruel word you let just slip out Asking for flowers is like asking you to be nice Don't tell me you're too tired Ten years I've been working nights Don't tell me you're too tired Ten years I've been working nights