Who We Touch Don't Mind

Lately, the kids and I just don’t understand
You’re always holding flowers in your hand
I guess we’re only doing what we can
Maybe, it’s another version of the truth
A history of the lies you told of youth
The bitter taste of sugar for a tooth
I feel you is what I mean to say
When I do all doubts will fade away
I’ve been blind with all that I’ve seen today
Left behind who we touch we don’t mind
Don’t say you’re only happy when you’re in the dirt
And you’ve forgotten how you used to flirt
I’m not the type of person you should hurt
Maybe, the flowers you possess are now for me
And I’ll know who it is I’m supposed to be
And who it is exactly I should see