The trees don’t grow like they used to And the daisies don’t bloom The air don’t smell like usual Where the f*ck is the groom? Your eyes, don’t smile like they used to I’m used to The love that we had it was beautiful And The cut off, we said it was mutual You’re mad at me, I know this is unusual And My love, you know its doable Why don’t we move on? No longer are we suitable I know that this is all new to you But in time, you’ll see this is beautiful We was juvenile The trees don’t grow like they used to And the daisies don’t bloom The air don’t smell like usual Where the f*ck is the groom? Your eyes don’t shine like they used to I’m used to Sundays where we used to construe The future in our eyes we know that was preview Of what is yet to come, baby I’m confident We’ll last a lifetime there is no consequence We blow trees and we lose consciousness I need you like we need some oxygen We in a dream baby f*ck it then I can’t tell what we’re up against The trees don’t grow like they used to And the daisies don’t bloom The air don’t smell like usual Where the f*ck is the groom? Your eyes don’t say hi like they used to I’m used to Chauffeurs and time for some closure Some cries on a shoulder Our time was all a blur Like a night with some liquor Time to start all over Cuz the grass ain’t always greener You know I’m a believer Some days in my thoughts I get deeper Some days in my thoughts I just see her Can’t get you out my mind I need procedure So I leave her, in the home for the grievers