The first boy I showed my heart to
told me Happy Birthday on my birthday
Happy Valentine’s Day on Valentine’s Day
and Merry Christmas when the 25th
came around
Perhaps that’s why
I only gave him a glance
No, we didn’t stand a chance
The one I served a beet
pulled from the weeds
gave me Tropidelic and Clementine perfumes
on my birthday
On Valentine’s Day, he handed me roses by the dozen
and for Christmas he gifted me a cotton jacket
Oh, what a wonderful achate
The pestles on my old prom bouquet
start to crackle
He loves me, he loves me not
He loves me, he loves me not
He loves me
But I’ve sprayed all the perfume
I let the roses go rotten
and the jacket hangs in the back of my closet
On my birthday, he might say hey
Valentine’s is just another day
For Christmas
I’ll wish it didn’t have to end
this way
It wouldn’t have hurt to water
the bouquet
Now the bright yellow
has faded away
A little sunlight
would’ve been nice
Now the leaves
are as hard as ice
When he comes around
my stomach begins to rise
I can’t even look into his eyes
When I gave him the beet
it wasn’t the cleanest
but he gave it a lot of sun
just enough water
It doesn’t matter now
look what I have done
