Текст песни 27s & 10 on 2 - Rare Candy

I'm notorious for being bad at taking hints
Is it time to call it quits?
Who knows?
Who knows?
It's harmonious, the way you and I got along
Or so I thought, all I did was prolong
The show, you know

But I'll continue to write a twangy song about you
All I had were good intentions, I never wanted to doubt you

Is there something wrong with my guts, or my lack thereof?
You can take my kind words and
Respectfully shove them straight down your throat
I hope that you choke on the love
You thought you'd given somebody else
I'm far more deserving than he'll ever be,
But why've you got a cold shoulder, it's turned towards me
You're like an icebox in December
On a cold night, but whatever
Why don't you tell me goodnight or good morning or something?
You know damn well it's better than nothing at all
Are all my flowers worth the fall?

It's mysterious, the way you played your little games
You never seem to act the same
From one day to the next
Am I hearing this correctly?
Am I delirious?
From day one I've been fearing this
That even though I gave my best

Well, maybe perfect wasn't good enough for royalty
Maybe convenience means more than patience and loyalty

Is there something wrong with my guts, or my lack thereof?
You can take my kind words and
Respectfully shove them straight down your throat
I hope that you choke on the love
You thought you'd given somebody else
I'm far more deserving than he'll ever be,
But why've you got a cold shoulder, it's turned towards me
You're like an icebox in December
On a cold night, but whatever
Why don't you tell me goodnight or good morning or something?
You know damn well it's better than nothing at all
Are all my flowers worth the fall?

I broke all ten fingers to treat you like a queen
And it was obvious you were torn in-between
What you know
(What you know)
What you have
(What you have)
Where you've been
(Where you've been)
What you've seen
(And what you have seen)
And what we had, what it could've been
Because baby, the grass is so green here on my side
Over here on my side

Is there something wrong with my guts, or my lack thereof?
You can take my kind words and
Respectfully shove them straight down your throat
I hope that you choke on the love
You thought you'd given somebody else
I'm far more deserving than he'll ever be,
But why've you got a cold shoulder, it's turned towards me
You're like an icebox in December
On a cold night, but whatever
Why don't you tell me goodnight or good morning or something?
You know damn well it's better than nothing at all
Are all my flowers worth the fall?
Are all the bruises worth the fall?
(I broke all ten fingers to treat you like a queen)
Are all the bruises worth the fall