Look at the mess we made.
My flowers are dying in the living room.
My favorite scents, put to shame.
They remind me of you.
My flowers are dying in the living room.
I’m getting rid of all my old clothes.
They remind me of you.
I hope you blocked my number.
I’m getting rid of all my old clothes,
That red dress even my honey-scented perfume.
I hope you blocked my number.
I enjoyed our shouting matches.
That red dress even my honey-scented perfume,
My favorite scent, put to shame.
I enjoyed our shouting matches.
Look at the mess we made.