Flowers from Flowers by Santiago Godoy-Giraldo

Flowers... aren’t they beautiful?
Such a shame that they wither away
in a miserable couple of days

Flowers... what a lovely thing
But don’t keep them to close to yourself
They eventually start to give off the most sickening smell

I’ve always taken pride in not falling for those lies
The gift-wrap, the ribbons, the cards
The most lethal of poisons is sugar
A smile is the sharpest of knives

I always found a way to come first in every game
And stay on top of every feeling
I never lost my mind to wishes or daydreaming
Not even as a little child

So why did I just buy your stupid words that day?
And why am I still standing in the falling rain?
Hoping to see you again
Holding this rotten bouquet

People... how ridiculous
Saying cute little things that they know they’ll regret
once the get what they want
We are so full of it

Flowers... what’s so wonderful?
Any stranger could give one to you
Who could be such a fool to believe
that they are something pure everlasting and true?

I’ve always taken pride in not falling for those lies
The gift-wrap, the ribbons, the cards
The most lethal of poisons is sugar
A smile is the sharpest of knives

I always found a way to come first in every game
And stay on top of every feeling
I never lost my mind to wishes or daydreaming
Not even as a little child

So why did I just buy your stupid words that day?
And why am I still standing in the falling rain?
Hoping to see you again
Holding this rotten bouquet
of flowers.

• Latin
• Pop
• latin folk
• London