When I was a teenager, girls were always a mystery to me. Who am I kidding… they still are. I’m guilty of leaning heavily into my own imagination to flesh out backstories—yes, without even attempting to start a conversation.
Maybe I’m alone in doing this (or maybe just the only one willing to admit it). Either way, this is a story about a shy guy, some flowers, and a crush.
Here are the lyrics :
“Flower Cart Girl”
There’s a girl in the commons.
Behind the eucalyptus trees.
She’s the flower cart girl.
And I wish she’d notice me.
I bet she loves the ocean
And walking in the rain
Keeps a sketchbook full of pictures
Presses her thoughts on every page
I always see her smiling.
I pretend it’s meant for me
I see her every single day.
I wonder if she sees me?
Hey, Flower cart girl—-
—- you got some flowers for me?
Got some flowers for me?
I got more books than money
But buy daisies every day
I do it just to see her.
I don’t even know her name
And I peel my cup of ramen
Sit on the cold concrete.
And pull off the petals.
And release them in the breeze.
I bet she plays guitar somewhere
Maybe a cafe in town
She sings the songs she’s written
And never worries how they sound
She says what’s she’s thinking
Never second-guessing what she means
We’d probably talk for hours
If she’d just notice me.
Hey, Flower cart girl—-
—- you got some flowers for me?
Got some flowers for me?
I started taking shortcuts
That somehow passed her way
And showing up late to class
Almost every single day.
I’d imagine conversations
Every single word.
But every time I saw her.
I’d just lose my nerve
I always thought I’d meet her
Under those shady trees
The girl selling flowers
Is whoever I want her to be
Hey flower cart girl?
Were you just make believe?
There is a girl in the commons.
Behind the eucalyptus trees.
She’s the flower cart girl
And that’s all she’ll ever be
Live life. Stay Healthy. Go talk to the flower girl…
– Scott
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