get her the f*****g flowers Lyrics by Paris Paloma
It was grotesque
I held the bouquet of flowers
Like a severed head
As though it was a carcass
That I’d feast off in the winter
I knew how few and far between
Those things were
And so I dragged it home
You even took a picture
I held it up to show
Like I’d caught it on a fishhook
Are your acts of love so rare?
To be commemorated
Like a beast I’d taken down
And I’d survive the scarcity
I would go hungry
Just to prove you care for me
To feel you love me, I’d make do
I’ve said before I bear the cold
Better for knowing you
I would go hunting
And whatever I caught
I would wrap it up and
Leave it at your door
Just so you could give it to me
And I’d thank you
Thank you so profusely
You know I’d make it last and
I would lick it dry
Use all of the bones and
Make delicate wind chimes
And I’d warm myself in winter
With the animal’s raw hide
For all of my hinting
You tapped out at one time
And I’d survive the scarcity
I would go hungry
Just to prove you care for me
To feel you love me, I’d make do
I’ve said before I bear the cold
Better for knowing you
I cringe at the thought now
In all of its indignity
Of needing love from you
Of what that did to me
And I will never plead again
Just to be loved
It’s not enough
It’s not enough
And I survived the scarcity
And I went hungry
Just to prove you care for me
To feel you love me, I made do
I’ve said before I bear the cold
Better for knowing you
