Well I'll still buy you flowers
When the fourteenth comes around
Marigolds and daisies
Babe im not too proud
To leave 'em at your doorstep
I won't even write a note
Cuz you know ive been dreaming of the little ways
That I can keep you close
Remember how we left things
The writing on the wall
Your sundress on the carpet
I kept the door ajar
And for a moment I still have you
And you're pressed against my skin
Part of me still thinks that there's a world in which you might walk in
I'll still buy you flowers
When you're scattered on the coast
I'll drive down to the water
Just dancing with your ghosts