Pressed Flower in a Book of Regret

A fragile reminder of a love he kept safe too late. (LYRICS by Andy Mitchell) VERSE 1 I found a pressed flower in a book of regret, A reminder of a love I ain’t forgiven yet. The pages smelled like rain from a long‑gone day, And the memory hit harder than I meant to say. PRE‑CHORUS Funny how a moment you thought had died Can bloom again when you’re barely getting by. I tried to close the book but my hands still shake, ’Cause some things you lose are the hardest to break. CHORUS You were a pressed flower in a book I never meant to keep, A fragile little memory I buried down deep. But time don’t heal everything, it just teaches you to forget— Till you open up the pages and the pain ain’t gone yet. I’ve been running from the truth like a man out of breath, But your ghost still lingers in the space you left. Yeah, you’re a pressed flower I can’t forget, In my old book of regret. VERSE 2 I remember your laughter like a warm July breeze, Now it echoes through the years like a haunting melody. I tried to move on, tried to let you fade, But some memories bloom in the darkest shade. BRIDGE Maybe someday I’ll lay that flower down, Let the wind take it far from this broken ground. But until that day, I’ll carry what’s left— A love that lived longer than the man who wept. FINAL CHORUS You were a pressed flower in a book I never meant to keep, A fragile little memory I buried down deep. And time don’t heal everything, it just teaches you to forget— Till you open up the pages and the pain ain’t gone yet. If I ever find peace, I’ll pay that debt, But for now you’re a bloom I can’t forget. Yeah, you’re a pressed flower I still protect, In my old book of regret.