Flowers From The Man Who Shot Your Cousin I do not love you anymore

It was all fake A long and steep mistake Like a dream from which we wake With nothing in our plate And no words while our worlds quake Why do you come around my door I do not love you anymore And all the rings, the wedding bells I gave them all to someone else It was all you I never had a clue Until you drifted from my view Our happy storm is through What s left rusts it s broke bust and bruised Why do you leave notes at my door I do not love you anymore The things you said I did so well I did them all to someone else And I know grace I ve seen it s ugly face Hidden in a lonely place With lonely gauze and lace The old joy, the old coy embrace Why do you dress up like a whore I cannot see you anymore And all the lies you said I told I have none left to ease your load You know damn well what is in store I do not love you anymore