(Verse 1) You brought me wild roses in a brown paper sack Three days later, I’m just trying to send ‘em back They’re dropping their heads like they’re tired of the view Or maybe they’ve just spent too much time with you. You call me your "honey," but let’s be quite real Honey’s just sugar with no nutritional appeal. (Pre-Chorus) Everyone’s singing ‘bout the harvest in May But nobody mentions the aphids or the clay. (Chorus) ‘Cause love isn’t just flowers and local-sourced honey It’s finding your socks and "where’d we spend the money?" It’s the "happy" that’s heavy, the "ever" that’s long It’s humming the parts where we forget the song. It’s gritty, it’s petty, it’s mostly a mess But I still like you more than the others, I guess. (Verse 2) Remember that hike where we "found our inner peace"? I found a tick and you found a reason to fleece My favorite old cardigan for the "outdoor aesthetic" Now the sleeves are all stretched, it’s truly pathetic. It’s not a folk legend or a grand mountain peak It’s just: "Did you wash the dishes this week?" (Bridge) (Tempo slows, single guitar pluck) We don’t need the glitter or the soft-focus lens Just a bit of silence when we’re driving each other ‘round the bends. It’s a slow-burning fuse, it’s a leaky old roof And our staying together is the only real proof. (Chorus) ‘Cause love isn’t just flowers and local-sourced honey It’s finding your socks and "where’d we spend the money?" It’s the "happy" that’s heavy, the "ever" that’s long It’s humming the parts where we forget the song. It’s gritty, it’s petty, it’s mostly a mess But I still like you more than the others, I guess. (Outro) (Banjo solo, slightly out of tune) Yeah, it’s definitely the weeds. (Quietly) Seriously, did you wash the dishes? The sink is... it's a situation. (Sound of a single hand-clap to end)
