Brad Paisley - Flowers lyrics

Long stem things of beauty Created by the good Lord Cut down in the prime of their lives Boxed up, wrapped in paper Delivered to your front door Just to wind up in your garbage can outside [Chorus] Tell me how many flowers have to die Before you give this love another try I've asked you to forgive me at least 9 dozen times Tell me how many flowers have to die I'm crazy and I'm desperate I had you and I blew it And right now I've got nothing left to lose I've got a Visa in my wallet And I'm not afraid to use it How long the needless violence lasts Is really up to you [Chorus]