Old flowers from the funeral
What do I do with you today?
You were new last week and now I've got to throw you away
I don't want to throw you away
All my bills sit on the table
All my friends are still at school
I was cool last week and now you don't remember my name
Why don't you remember my name?
All the flowers that bloom in November
And all the showers that fall in June
It'll be over soon
Hey kid, It'll be over soon
And old flowers from the funeral
What do I do with you today?
You were new last week and now I've got to throw you away
And I don't want to throw you away
Not today
Clouds are grey without the sunshine
Trees not tall without the ground
You were loud last week
And now you're barely making a sound?
Why you barely making a sound?
Favourite lyrics from an album
Words get stuck inside my head
It felt fresh last week and now you think my music is dead
Why'd you think my music is dead?
All the lovers that cry in their bedrooms
And all the haters that stare straight at you
It'll be over soon
Hey kid, it'll be over soon
It's like the change of a wind
Or the closing of the door
Everything you feel
It's all been felt before
And it'll be over soon, over soon, over soon
It'll be over soon, over soon, over soon
It'll be over soon, over soon, over soon
Now I'm sitting at a table
Some new flowers in a vase
I was down last year
But I'm glad to say these flowers are ours
It's nice today these flowers are ours