[Verse 1] Told you while I cut your hair, you couldn’t turn around, rice still on the stove, the TV on, no sound, said “I’m leaving” to your back, so I wouldn’t see your face, and you sat so still, first time you ever let me have the space, seven years I wrote your sorries, all you did was read ’em, kept your promises in jars like I’d ever need ’em, dusted off your collar, said “you’re done,” and meant it more, first cut I ever gave you that you never asked me for. [Pre-Chorus] Now you say you need me, like it’s news to you, like I wasn’t standing in every room you walked through. [Chorus] Roses every Friday, you ain’t missed a single day, do you want me, or you need me? Cut flowers never say. [Verse 2] First week, you were home before me, every light on, music down, you made my mama’s arroz, burned the bottom, ate it proud, second week you called at lunch, just to say you called, fixed the dryer, hung the mirror level on the wall, three months now, you’re still doing it, you haven’t missed a minute, but is it me you want, or just a house with someone in it? I can’t tell a man who’s hungry from a man who’s in love, and I can’t give a last chance to a maybe, not enough. [Chorus] Roses every Friday, you ain’t missed a single day, do you want me, or you need me? Cut flowers never say. [Bridge] Abuela grew her mint in coffee cans, she moved six times and took ’em every time, said, mija, keep the things that root, and leave what only looks alive. [Verse 3] Packed my books in grocery bags, a few a night, unseen, my mint in a coffee can, been growing it since spring, cashed the jar behind the flour, left your half on the shelf, new number, no forwarding, nobody knows but myself, gone before the sun, didn’t slam the door, didn’t run, left the key, left the radio on, so you’d still hear someone, new hair color, a new wardrobe, a whole new look these days, so if you ever see me, you won’t know me anyway. [Chorus] Left your roses on the table, I’m a long way gone today, did you want me, or you need me? Cut flowers never say. [Outro] Mint in a coffee can, riding shotgun down the road, and your roses stayed back home.
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