Sylvester

I'll pick a flower for you, One that you're allergic to, So you never forget what I mean to you. You'll talk me out of all the things I wanna do, Pull the moral card and tell me that I should wanna be with you. You never listen to a word I say. Don't point the blame. I'm sick of waking up, Is it not enough that I suffered in silence for so long? ""Meet me at Sylvester"" That's what she said when I left her. ""Meet me at Sylvester""