Flowers

You're taking flowers from my gravestone,
I can feel your heavy feet pressing on my bones,
Like you always did,
Walk too heavy around me, I used to think you didn't give a shit
Now I know you saved it all up just for me,
I play with words when you come by,
Because you always played at games I don't like,
I'm a really strong woman, With no reception,
I'm a really good girl, Just in a bad direction,
I think I followed you around too much
I think I really should have looked down,
when I looked up, At you, with your strange expressions
And lights of attitude dimmer than your erection,
Yes, I remember it well, I know I shouldn't but,
what the hell, It's just a dick and so are you,
I get so sick of the things that you do.