Loretta's Flowers

When you come over
You talk to me about things you don’t know
Or understand
When you come over
You talk to me about things you don’t know
It’s a mess
It’s a mess
It’s a mess
When you get older
You’ll realize this wasn’t love
It wasn’t love
When you get older
You’ll realize what this was
It wasn’t love
Or you won’t
And you’ll remain ignorant
And in pain
Well, I wanna be there
When you decide
And I want to see what insides look like
When they feel the way yours do
When they think the way yours do