F*cking and Flowers
Joe Pernice
The heavy smell of it on your skin
All your friends are asking where’ve you been
Jumping fences, picking daffodils
No further need for “April, Come She Will.”
And you know you’re the lucky one
Pillow-talk oaths and carpet burns
You found the thing that everybody wants
Waking up with a hunger pang
You hear her name inside the rain that falls
“Love is real, not fade away.”
Who says they always go the way they came?
And you know you’re the lucky one
Pillow-talk oaths and carpet burns
You found the thing that everybody wants
Until it goes wrong