Verse
Stopped by the florist on my way to town,
Rows of little colours trying to slow me down.
They asked if they were “for someone special”… I just smiled,
Said, “Yeah… someone who always loved the wild.”
Set them on the passenger seat, buckled safe beside me,
Filled the car with something sweeter than the radio could be.
Funny how a drive can feel a little less alone,
When there’s something beautiful just coming home.
Pre-Chorus
People write stories before they know the truth,
Guess that’s what strangers always do.
Chorus
They’re just flowers, nothing underneath,
No second chances tucked inside the leaves.
No “I miss you,” no grand goodbye,
No hidden message dressed up in disguise.
I just thought they’d make somebody smile,
Brighten up an ordinary while.
Love can change without turning cold somehow—
They’re just flowers… and they’re beautiful right now.
Verse
Met for coffee like we sometimes do,
Talked about work and the different kinds of new.
I slid them ‘cross the table with an awkward little grin,
Said, “These looked too nice to leave them where they’d been.”
She laughed and shook her head before she thanked me,
Like she’d already heard the question everyone would be asking.
But there was nothing left to figure out or prove,
Just a kind thing passing through.
Bridge
Maybe every gesture doesn’t need a name.
Maybe not every ember wants to be a flame.
Some roads end exactly where they’re meant to end,
And still leave room for simple kindness now and then.
Chorus
They’re just flowers, nothing to decode,
No map leading back to an old road.
No guilt to carry, no score to keep,
No promises waking up from sleep.
I just liked the way they lit the morning air,
Needed a reason to have them sitting there.
Some things don’t have to mean more somehow—
They’re just flowers… and that’s enough now.
Outro
The car smelled like spring all the way into town.
The day kept moving, the petals settled down.
Sometimes the smallest things say exactly what they are—
Just flowers.
Nothing more.
Still worth bringing.
