I guess I learnt to love bright flowers 'cause they're the only ones
That tell me there's a possibility I'm who you love
I pick the petals of the roses that he gave to me
And inquire them what's the state of how you feel
I wish I saw all the great gestures with my eyes of love
But I'm afraid there's only two of those that I have
They seem unable to redirect their view to him
They already feel too comfortable with what they're seeing
So this is what you feel
When you stare into my eyes
That pour those poor girl tears
Sore throat
I'm guilty of the sins
That put you behind bars
I judge while being judged
The court can plead whatever feels as good and right
And I'll serve with a smile
Summer dress, sunglasses, blushed face and red cherry lips
Daisies in my head as I keep roaming busy streets
Do people think about if those were some sweet thoughtful gift?
Or can they tell I bought them to look as if it's a film
I have this feeling everything I do is meant for you
I wear the clothes you like so I can get a glance or two
Did you wear her favorite colors when you watched her go?
Sore throat
I'm guilty of the sins
That put you behind bars
I judge while being judged
The court can plead whatever feels as good and right
And I'll serve with a smile
Thorns growing stronger as I reach for the bouquet
You bought thinking of her
I'm left with nothing but your empty silhouette
I keep keeping what's kept
And I'll tell them I want us to be friends
I learnt from you to stay
I learnt to stay
I'm guilty of the sins
That put you behind bars
I judge while being judged
The court can plead whatever feels as good and right
And I'll serve with a smile