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