Bodega Bouquet

Bodega Bouquet: A Poetic Apology Wrapped in Urban Blooms
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Lyrics

Woke with the sun

Starting the day early with the sunrise.

Last night lingers like acid on my tongue

Recalling the events of the previous night, which linger like a bitter taste.

Walking down Broadway like a ghost

Walking on Broadway with a feeling of detachment, like a ghost.

I wish my brain worked like it's supposed to

Expressing a desire for a more functional and clear-minded thought process.


The train rocks overhead like thunder

Describing the train's rumble overhead, possibly reflecting inner turmoil.

Fell back in the deep end and something's circling under

Feeling submerged in deep emotions, with something unsettling lurking beneath.


How could you know what I was thinking

Questioning the understanding of personal thoughts by others.

If I only spill when I am drinking

Highlighting a tendency to open up only under the influence of alcohol.

I got no cash I'm so embarrassed

Expressing embarrassment about financial limitations.

So if I can't fly us to Paris

Inability to afford a grand gesture like flying to Paris.


I'll come home

Committing to returning home.

With a bodega bouquet

Planning to bring a modest bouquet from a corner store (bodega) as a peace offering.

Sorry for the things I said yesterday

Apologizing for previous words spoken in haste.

If this place feels like an empty vase

Suggesting that the current situation feels empty or lacking.

I'll be your bodega bouquet

Reiterating the commitment to be a comforting presence like a simple bouquet.


Faking my death

Metaphorically pretending to escape or change, possibly through self-deception.

But the mirror she wields revealed my breath

A mirror reveals reality, acknowledging self-awareness.

I told her I'm growing but instead

Claiming personal growth while neglecting mental well-being.

Forgot to water the garden in my head

Forgetting to nurture the emotional aspects represented by the garden in the head.


How could you know what I was thinking

Repeating the theme of the difficulty of understanding personal thoughts.

When I only spill when I am drinking

Reiterating the tendency to open up only when under the influence.

I got no cash I'm so embarrassed

Expressing embarrassment about financial constraints.

So if I can't fly us to Paris

Acknowledging the inability to afford extravagant gestures like a trip to Paris.


I'll come home

Committing once again to returning home.

With a bodega bouquet

Repeating the plan to bring a modest bouquet as an apology.

Sorry for the things I said yesterday

Reiterating an apology for words spoken in haste.

If this place feels like an empty vase

Restating the feeling of emptiness in the current situation.

I'll be your bodega bouquet

Reaffirming the commitment to be a comforting presence like a simple bouquet.


I'll come home

Affirming the commitment to return home once more.

With a bodega bouquet

Repeating the plan to bring a modest bouquet as an apology.

Sorry for the things I said yesterday

Reiterating an apology for words spoken in haste.

If this place feels like an empty vase

Restating the feeling of emptiness in the current situation.

I'll be your bodega bouquet

Reaffirming the commitment to be a comforting presence like a simple bouquet.

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