Old flowers from the funeral  What do I do with you today? You were new last week and now I've got to throw you away  I don't want to throw you away  All my bills sit on the table  All my friends are still at school  I was cool last week and now you don't remember my name  Why don't you remember my name? All the flowers that bloom in November  And all the showers that fall in June  It'll be over soon  Hey kid, It'll be over soon And old flowers from the funeral  What do I do with you today? You were new last week and now I've got to throw you away  And I don't want to throw you away  Not today  Clouds are grey without the sunshine  Trees not tall without the ground  You were loud last week And now you're barely making a sound? Why you barely making a sound? Favourite lyrics from an album  Words get stuck inside my head  It felt fresh last week and now you think my music is dead  Why'd you think my music is dead?  All the lovers that cry in their bedrooms  And all the haters that stare straight at you  It'll be over soon  Hey kid, it'll be over soon It's like the change of a wind  Or the closing of the door  Everything you feel It's all been felt before And it'll be over soon, over soon, over soon It'll be over soon, over soon, over soon It'll be over soon, over soon, over soon Now I'm sitting at a table  Some new flowers in a vase I was down last year  But I'm glad to say these flowers are ours  It's nice today these flowers are ours