they sell flowers in the back
loopy bottles piled in stacks
make us spin in spirals
my neck wraps around around
cool curve of your check
oval of the softest sound
look down into my eyes
ask me if they sell marigolds
they sell flowers in the back
leave the petals on the floor
loves me, loves me not
they're out of marigolds
they're out of marigolds today
we drink the water
grey and cold
see yellow and pretend
that we're happier than
we were before
they're out of marigolds
they're out of marigolds today
take these thorns pushed into skin
hand them out to all your friends
you tell me you know how they've been
forget the stalks, forget the green
they're out of marigolds
they're out of marigolds today
they sell flowers in the back
loopy bottles piled in stacks
make us spin in spirals
my neck wrapped around around
cool curve of your check
oval of the softest sound
they're out of marigolds
they're out of marigolds today
they never sold them anyway
they never sold them anyway
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