Story Behind the Song
Thinking about what you had after it is gone, and not really giving a crap.
Lyrics
The flowers I sent you are in the trash
and the letter I wrote, turned to ash
Now, I think it's funny at last
I look forward to remember the past
Give me, something to hold on
A bottle, while I lie in the grass
Thinking of the blue skys and black clouds
Thinking of you while I get trashed
She was, the prettiest thing
Blonde hair and blue eyes
Sparkle like a diamond ring
She was, all I could ask
Now I'm the fool
We pooped in your pool
Has faded to black
I want it all back
Lisa, live roses are'nt trash
and I'm sorry about your car crash
On New Years Eve, yes I believe
The pain of letting you go, Is killing me
The flowers I sent you are in the trash
and the letter I wrote, turned to ash
Remember the past
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