Flowers and Chocolates

47 3 4
                                        

The sun is shiny on all the fresh snow

The kids and laughing and whispering in rows

Cards are being handed out

It's Valentines Day!

Don't be surprised when I don't cheer yay

Fuck flowers and chocalates and all the good things

Fuck Valentines Day and all the gifts that it brings

Fuck loving someone until your dying breath

They'll hate you someday they just don't know it yet

So I walk in

People are dancing and people are laughing

I start shouting

Yeah raise your glass

Raise your glass for the kids in the back

Raise your glass for the girls who didn't get their wish

Raise your glass for the boys who didn't get their princess

Fuck flowers and chocalates and all the good things

Fuck Valentines Day and all the gifts that it brings

Fuck loving someone until your dying breath

They'll hate you someday they just don't know it yet

Fuck mistletoe and candy hearts and easter eggs

Fuck the holiday season and their logs made of bread?

Fuck all the pink and all the red

Your true love will hate you one day

They just don't know it yet

Fuck flowers and chocalates and all the good things

Fuck Valentines Day and all the gifts that it brings

Fuck loving someone until your dying breath

They'll hate you someday they just don't know it yet

It's not about flowers and chocalates

And girls in white dresses

It's not about candies and smiles

And boys holding flowers

It's about chewing your nails and screaming songs at midnight

It's about laughing on rooftops and talking to the moon

No this isn't about flowers and chocalates and girls in white dresses

At least not for the girl in the corner with scars from depression

Fuck flowers and chocalates and all the good things

Fuck Valentines Day and all the gifts that it brings

Fuck loving someone until your dying breath

They'll hate you someda, they just don't know it yet

Fuck flowers and chocalates and all the good things

Fuck Valentines Day and all the gifts that it brings

Fuck loving someone until your dying breath

They'll hate you someday they just don't know it yet

No this isn't about flowers and chocalates and girls in white dresses

At least not for the girl in the corner with scars from depression

My Original SongsWhere stories live. Discover now