White daisies

You sent me a pencil drawing
In the likeness of yourself
From a picture I had taken
In the time before hell

But you don’t have to remind me
Of when we were so brand new
As I lie here tired and quiet
Empty of the love I had for you

You sent me flowers when you were strong
You were my baby, a whole year long
All you could tell me is how I’d done wrong
Now I’ve got white daisies and a lonesome song