to bougainvillea and bits of my heart

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on sunday, we watch the sun go down
in the silence of this little lost town
tuesday when you first call me sweetheart
to bougainvillea and bits of my heart.

your smile meets your eyes, you laugh at a joke
appear out of nowhere, disappear into smoke
and you leave me blushing every time you depart
to bougainvillea and bits of my heart.

on thursday morning, you ask me to be yours
over pancakes and bedsheets and emptied drawers
to kissed beginnings, this state of art
and bougainvillea and the beat of my heart.

here are flowers and fires and rooms painted blue
you're falling in love, should i jump in, too?
all i have is paper flowers and your plastic art
and bougainvillea and bits of my heart.

we run into clouds and kiss in the rain
you bring me the sunshine, take away the pain
i try and i try but the strings come apart
to bougainvillea and bits of my heart.

it is friday when you leave me where i don't want to be,
lock away your doors, and you take away your key
you pack away your things, it's time for a fresh start
to bougainvillea and bits of my heart.

i loved you so fiercely, with all that i was
you thought i was perfect, brushed away all my flaws
i broke you to pieces, you tore me apart
to bougainvillea and bits of my heart.

and this is the story of how you walked away
kissed me goodbye as i begged you to stay
i never thought i'd see the day that you depart
of bougainvillea, when you broke my heart.

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