Rotting flowers can still smell sweet

After all I see good people pay good money

Just to eat dead meat

I’ve seen people lose whole decades

Staying with people that they ought’nt

All because their too afraid to venture out Meet Someone new

Heck she could be fresh as autumn

When all they’ve seen of living is

Constant states of retreat

for how long or for to where

Hell you know they never know

but I bet you when they get there

They’ll be calling

Just as soon as that phone rings

You’ll be ready, you’ll be waiting

Nothing but happy to hear they’re ok

Cuz after all rotting flowers

Always did smell so damn sweet

People still pay lots of good money

To do lots of rotten things