[Verse 1] The vase is new, a simple glass, Filled with water, catching light, I brought you flowers, mixed bouquet, A little color in the night. You didn’t ask for all the fuss, Didn’t want the scene or show, Your life was tidy, clean, and planned, No room for things that overflow. [Pre-Chorus] Still the roses, pink and deep, The daisies breaking through the gray, They filled the room with summer scent, And I didn’t mean to feel this way. [Chorus] I’m just the flowers on your table, Something bright you didn’t plan, I make you laugh, I make a mess, Do the best I can. You’re afraid of where this goes, I’m afraid to be alone, You see chaos, I see hope— In a heart that’s not my own. [Verse 2] My jokes are bad, I trip on air, Clumsy soul, you shake your head, But when you talk, I always hear The quiet things you never said. I brought your coffee how you like, From one small thing you said one time, I plant my seeds in borrowed ground, Not knowing if you’ll call it mine. [Pre-Chorus] Then the night gets way too close, Skin and truth and heavy breath, But when the morning hits your eyes, You’re back to weighing life and death. [Chorus] I’m just the flowers on your table, Something bright you didn’t plan, I come with weight, I come with roots, A child holding my hand. You’re afraid of losing you, I’m afraid you’ll let me go, You see risk, I see proof— In a heart that’s starting to hope. [Bridge] You built your walls like you built your life, Straight clean lines, no room for bends, I live in cracks and second chances, Loose-end prayers and broken plans. You wanna run, I wanna stay, We’re both just trying to survive, You’re scared of love rearranging you— I’m scared you’ll never let me try. [Final Chorus] I’m just the flowers on your table, Fading faster than I’d like, You’re watching petals hit the floor Wondering if this feels right. You say timing’s everything, I say hearts don’t know the rules, You’re scared to give your whole damn world, I’m scared I’m already giving you mine. [Outro] The vase is new, a fragile thing, A vessel for a hopeful start, But love, I think, can bloom right here— Even with a broken heart.What
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