[Verse 1]
Placing his flowers in a porcelain bowl
I mistook for a gift he gave in a lonesome hour
I reason with the edge of a shadow
Still draped up on my wall
Can't remember his name
But a face with beatific angles
Like sun in the rain
My eyes are dripping tears
From my sleep as I wake
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm the piece of iron in your shotgun
The empty bullet you shot son
The opening line to your love letter
Eyes bleeding love lines from the feather
I'm the fancy dress on this month's display
The fabric women all look the same
A flavour for you to chew and spit
I was strong till I was hit
[Chorus]
And I was stung by that first kiss
A casanova's daily fix
I was strung by my love's lips
When I was stung by that first kiss
[Verse 2]
I found him sipping whiskey with a dark grin
Had her lipstick on the glass beside his mouth upon the rim
He said, "Plenty more have come and gone away my love
And it's you, you're the only one, the only one I want"
[Pre-Chorus]
Well, I'm the piece of iron in your shotgun
The empty bullet you shot son
The opening line to your love letter
Eyes bleeding love lines from the feather
I'm the fancy dress on this month's display
The fabric women all look the same
A flavour for you to chew and spit
I was strong till I was hit
[Chorus]
And I was stung by that first kiss
A casanova's daily fix
I was strung by my love's lips
When I was stung by that first kiss
Mm~
I'm standing on the edge and I'm reasoning with fate
I'd rather be a wild weed than a flower in a vase
[Non-Lyrical Vocalisation]
Placing your flowers in a porcelain tomb
Once a gift now showering in ruins
To be a lonely lover or a young man's slave
Well I'd rather be a wild weed
Than a flower in a vase