get her the fucking flowers - Paris Paloma

It was grotesque
I held the bouquet of flowers like a severed head
As though it was a carcass that I'd feast off in the winter
I knew how few and far between those things were
And so I dragged it home, you even took a picture
I held it up to show like I'd caught it on a fishhook
Are your acts of love so rare to be commemorated?
Like a beast, I'd taken down

And I'd survive the scarcity, I would go hungry
Just to prove you care for me, to feel you love me I'd make do
I've said before I bear the cold better for knowing you

I would go hunting, and whatever I caught
I would wrap it up and leave it at your door
Just so you could give it to me
And I'd thank you, thank you so profusely
You know I'd make it last and I would lick it dry
Use all of the bones and make delicate wind chimes
And I'd warm myself in winter with the animal's raw hide
For all of my hinting, you tapped out at one time

And I'd survive the scarcity, I would go hungry
Just to prove you care for me to feel you love me, I'd make do
I've said before I bear the cold better for knowing you

I cringe at the thought now
In all of its indignity
Of needing love from you
Of what that did to me
And I will never plead again just to be loved
It's not enough, it's not enough

And I survive the scarcity, and I went hungry
Just to prove you care for me to feel you love me, I made do
I've said before I bear the cold better for knowing you