Songs I Write | VIII

Daffodils

I beg for flowers I hate you for
You present them hours too late to store
When I'm not ready, when I am bored
I want your flowers when they are yours
I swear to nurture, nature is key
I like the open, and I like to be
I would be ready, I swore you'd see
I'll water your flowers, a safe haven in me

Maybe I don't want to be loved
I want to be admired
I dream to be dreamt of
Needed without chance to have expired

I beg for flowers and beg for more
Forget the flowers dead and ignored
Forgive firm showers and lacking downpour
I promise I care when I can't anymore
See, I love to love and yield to none
Other than my own lacking ambition
Its evil darkness, a tight devotion
I blame the carcass for what is done

Maybe I don't want to be loved
I want to be admired
I dream to be dreamt of
Needed without chance to have expired

I beg for flowers
I watch them die
I swear to care for them
The next time
But I'm your daffodil
I'm sinking alongside
I swear to care for them still
But how can you believe I could when you're watching me lie?
You watch me die
Maybe I'm lying
Baby, I die

Maybe I don't want to be loved
I want to be admired
I dream to be dreamt of
Needed without chance to have expired

You begged for flowers you'll hate soon
They'll make you sick and take up room
Require maintenance, sensitive too
But you had begged for it