I'm So Sorry

Hey, hey, hey little flower Pink with joy warmer than candle sticks Arrayed with so much splendor Ah, yes; I see the things God can give You're always on my way out How someone can be allergic to you deceives me You're even eating of the sun's shout Well, of course; even some of you are feeding me Stacked upon a savory steak Adorned with water, though you know it's too late Steaming from its bum You're hotter than the evening sun But, I don't care when I see you so So into looks, I am, I don't feel sorrow I push you off to the side and save you For that last piece of wine I ate you I'm so sorry that I made you cry