THE CACTUS SONG
THE WHITE HILLS

" I left because your love was like a cactus.
Every time I held you tighter, time I held you tighter.
Those spikes they cut right through.  
So I choose loving me over loving you."

"Next time you straighten your hair.  
Why don't you take of all those spikes you wear.
And admit that sometimes life's not fair.
But you can be like you adore...
And bring peace inside your door."

This is how the story goes, oh who am I kidding now you already know.
Cause it's all out in the streets, all our dirty sheets.  
But there are things that they don't knows, like the amount of times I told you just to blow your nose.
And you just had to sniff it in and choke upon yourself.

But what do I know. 
Like you originally said I should have left you alone.
But I just could't help myself and you looked like you needed a wash and a good home.
There were red flags.  I should have known.  
Like the amount of times you almost killed yourself walking home.
And I just wished tragedy would give you one night off.  
It probably didn't

But I left because your love was like a cactus.
Every time I held you tighter, time I held you tighter.
Those spikes they cut right through.  
So I choose loving me over loving you.
And I left because your love was like a cactus
Every time I held you tighter, time I held you tighter.
No good would come about.  
And that's why I had to get out.

Back to the show 
And all those things that everyone knows.  
From the time you called them all just to tell them who I was.
In reality you set me free.  
Showed me who I could't trust and that I should just be free.
And I still wish tragedy would give you one night off.
It probably didn't

But I left because your love was like a cactus.
Every time I held you tighter, time I held you tighter.
Those spikes they cut right through.  
So I choose loving me over loving you.
And I left because your love was like a cactus
Every time I held you tighter, time I held you tighter.
No good would come about.
And that's why I had to get out.

And then one day in June a baby cactus began to bloom.
Out of that pot you wore when we used to share a room.
And Oh how I did stare.  Those baby fingers with prickly hairs.
It was so beautiful and it reminded me of you.

And how I left because your love was like a cactus.
Every time I held you tighter, time I held you tighter.
Those spikes they cut right through.  
So I choose loving me over loving you.
And I left because your love was like a cactus
Every time I held you tighter, time I held you tighter.
No good would come about.
And that's why I had to get out.

Next time you straighten your hair.  
Why don't you take of all those spikes you wear.
And admit that sometimes life's not fair.
But you can be like you adore...
And bring peace inside your door.

Even thought I I left because your love was like a cactus.
Every time I held you tighter, time I held you tighter.
Those spikes they cut right through.  
So I choose loving me over loving you.
And I left because your love was like a cactus
Every time I held you tighter, time I held you tighter.
No good would come about.
And that's why I had to get out.
So please excuse me while I pull these spike out.