Velo Da Sposa

If life's a bouquet, I guess
You were the baby's-breath
You filled in all the gaps
You filled in what was left
But it is not your fault
Don't take it that way at all
Blame it on the florist
The beautiful are first picked

We are wildflowers at the end of the day
I thought for a moment, for a moment you'd stay
Stay a while among my own romantic decay, decay
You'd stay a while here in my bouquet