Rachel Zamsteen - Bouquet lyrics

Pick me up from the bottom of a cup, I'm drowning I got a bouquet of flowers for a friend 'Cause I'm sick of all his frowning You know he really should be more grateful For all the things he's got He's got a family that loves him And you know they love him a lot Still he yearns to take himself out By the train tracks with a shot He got more, more, more, he wants more Don't take the words I say in this song With more than a grain of salt I just left my boyfriend for slapping me 'Cause he said it was my fault I'll never see eye to eye with that mentality Now he's an enemy, so much for meant-to-be Rolling over and dying has never been my thing Now I want more... more... more. I want it all Here I come following you as if I lost my way Standing there (mouth agape) Collecting flies like I ain't got sh** to say So I'll keep thinking and talking out loud In the world inside my head Not hearing a single f**in' word that I just f**in' said If I am my own worst enemy then it would be better off to be dead But I want more... and more... and still I want it all Everyone's a wreck... anyone could be next (this is the end)