Rotten Flowers (A Canadian Love Song)

I've been watching her through her window - silhouette

She seems so distant but I'm afraid she's as close as she's gonna get

I know she knows me though we ain't never met

I'll keep on sending her rotten flowers

Spiders defecating from the ceiling

I can't sit still because my mind's a reeling

No she don't know me but she knows exactly what I'm feeling

She's a telepathic disembodied ghostly goddess spreading sickly rumors through a quicksand graveyard and still I send her rotten flowers...

Sending her rotten flowers

But she don't care

Sending her rotten flowers

Putrefying in the warm summer air

Sending her rotten flowers

Brings on her magical powers

I'll keep sending her rotten flowers everyday

The sun is blazing and I think that her house is on fire

But I'm immobilized with bioluminescent desire

And the window's bleeding with effervescent perspire

Now she's crumbling like a poison statue

Sending her rotten flowers

But she don't care

Sending her rotten flowers

Putrefying in the warm summer air

Sending her rotten flowers

Brings on her magical powers

I won't send her rotten flowers anymore

© Sartisohn 2003