He talks in flowers Says he misses me But he's too busy to see me My thoughts on this matter are that He talks in flowers And it feels like thorns He talks in bouquets I drink it up like a cabernet He knows when to call And just what to say He talks in flowers And it feels like thorns He takes me for a ride Plucks my heart off my sleeve Rips it up and throws it aside Rips it up and throws it aside Aside aside aside aside And it feels like thorns Oh he talks in flowers It's someday this And someday that The days roll in And the days roll past He talks in flowers And it feels like thorns