Dear Flower Man,
The petals have all fallen like rotten apples from a tree The flame in my heart has gone out like a candle in the wind The blood in my veins runs cold like a spring running over the ground The ice clings to the wires outside, and the power has gone out You are a needle, and I am a pin cushion You are hurting me It is time for us to part our separate ways like the waves upon the sand So don't send me flowers anymore because I won't embrace them Don't dial my number anymore because I won't pick up Don't come by my house anymore because I won't answer I am leaving you for good this time The hourglass is now empty