Flowers

Guess the flowers I bought you don't mean shit to you no more

Guess the love letters I wrote don't mean shit to you anymore

I guess us flirting on the deck don't mean shit to you anymore

But call me Kanye cus I'll runaway and crash on the interstate

Imma did what you did baby and I'm gonna runaway (let's have a toast for the douche bags)

But now your energy switched up and you treat me like I'm insane (let's have a toast for the assholes)

I shouldn't have given you a second chance cus you are so fake (let's have a toast for the scum bags)

Now I got a back full of knives, all you did was lie (lied to me love lied to my face)

Get the fuck up out my life bitch you never treated me right

I understand the trauma you go through I deal with it too

But that don't me I can be used and thrown away like a tissue