Flower Shop Girl

Flower Shop Girl Like a redhead light at the bottom of the world And I'm on the second floor Peering down at where you are Through the mezzanine At where you listlessly lean With your plain jane wave You're no corporate slave like me Flower Shop Girl I make up stories about your world How your father got saved Your home town got paved And how you've never lived alone But you still hate going home The way you take the change What's your name? I'll probably never know Because I fall in love With every girl I see It's a curse I developed Back when I was seventeen When the first girl I loved Disappeared into a dream And it never goes away A little worse every day Flower Shop Girl I consider descending into your world But you seem so nice And I swear I'm cold as ice And I'll only break your heart Because I fall in love With ever girl I see And so whenever you quit Or get replaced on your team I'll watch the new girl lean Through the mezzanine It's a curse And it only gets worse Flower Shop Girl