You've been sitting in your own shadows debating your very own conscience.
So, wake up and send me the flowers
You've been talking to your wallpaper and communing only with the silence.
Please, wake up and send me the flowers,
You've eventually made it as far as your door planning but not committing to a twist of your wrist.
My eyes have met your own
I've laughed at your jokes, just me and me alone
I'd go forward with you to the movie show,
My feet are dressed, ready to go.
Still, you've made excuses and made convict everything you had hoped would do.
Wake up and send me the flowers.
So, wake up and send me the flowers,
Please
You've got to get up and bring me the flowers.
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