Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] He bought her roses at the station They died in water by the sink He kept the wrapper in his wallet Like it meant more than he did I think He missed his mother’s Sunday birthday Called her back late Half asleep Said “I’ll make it up next weekend” Then drove faster through the week [Chorus] Funny how a man’s first flowers Are at his funeral Lined in rows All that love that never made it To his hands while he was home We bring the petals when he’s breathless Dress the silence up in gold A man’s first flowers at his funeral For a heart we never really got to know [Verse 2] He said “I’m fine” like it was greeting Wore that phrase like work clothes Joked about the way he’s feeling Turned his hurt into a show They write it out now on the ribbon “Wish we’d said this face to face” All the words he could’ve used Pinned in carnations on a vase [Chorus] Funny how a man’s first flowers Are at his funeral Lined in rows All that love that never made it To his hands while he was home We bring the petals when he’s breathless Dress the silence up in gold A man’s first flowers at his funeral For a heart we never really got to know [Bridge] What if we called when we thought of it? (oh) What if we said “stay You matter Sit” What if the blooms hit his doorstep first Not the dirt and the marble and the scripted words [Chorus] Funny how a man’s first flowers Are at his funeral Lined in rows All that love that never made it Could’ve held him Could’ve grown Let’s bring the petals to the living Let them feel it in their bones So no one’s first flowers at their funeral Is the proof they weren’t as alone
Tags
pop, Moody alt-pop, midtempo groove with tight drums, warm bass, and atmospheric keys. Male vocals close and conversational in the verse; chorus blooms with wide synth pads and stacked harmonies. Subtle guitar swells in the bridge, then a final, intimate chorus with stripped-back instrumentation and a soft vocal ad-lib tail.
Duration
2:53
Instrumental
No
Created
2/16/2026