When did I start to roll my eyes At things that used to always light a fire? You never judged, guess I'll chalk it up To patience 'cause I know you're not a liar There I was, just waiting, clearing shelves for decorations While mistaking subtlety for something wrong Now looking from a distance at whatever I was missing It was right there in the kitchen all along Been so busy praying for my grand bouquet Not noticing you gave me a new flower every day They collected over time, I let them die along the way Just wanna say I'm sorry and I hope it's not too late Sure, I understood all the self-help books But I still became the person that I hate The ones who bother with rose-colored fodder Instead of putting water in the vase I been so busy praying for my grand bouquet Not noticing you gave me a new flower every day They collected over time, I let them die along the way I just wanna say I'm sorry and I hope it's not too late I don't always say it But you always pick my favorite Been so busy praying for my grand bouquet Not noticing you gave me a new flower every day You didn't need a reason or a made-up holiday I just wanna say I'm sorry and I hope it's not too late