Flower

2021 | 13 years old

if i plant this flower in your garden, let it be

please don’t ever give it back to me

trust me, if you’ll pardon

i’m a series of things that you don’t want to see

it’ll be kinda fun for a day or two

then those feelings inside will pour out of me and into you

i’ll fake interest and pretend to know

but do you really want me to perform that show

even i don’t know where the roots go

sometimes i wonder if i pull them out then lose the memory though

i doubt you’d like me to tell you that a dead flower is alive

when you can see it right there, the petals falling, impossible to revive

we’ll be walking on a rainy day

with our matching coats and scarfs that you picked out in may

i’ll look at you having the time of your life

and i’ll make myself think about how i’m to pull out this knife

you’ll slam the door and ask me why i didn’t tell you that first day

and i’ll look up at you and still have nothing to say

we’ll sit on the couch and you can’t bear to look at me

and i’ll be forced to think about the monster that i’ve been and always will be

even i don’t know where the roots go

im beginning to think i pulled them out and lost the memory though

i doubt you’d like me to tell you that a dead flower is alive

when you can see it right there, the petals falling, impossible to revive

“it’s not you it’s me”

i’ve always thought that to be cliché

but it’s true right now and always will be

you’re a magical thing, you would never do anything to make me leave

it’s not you it’s me

i just can’t let someone water this flower for me

so i guess i know where the roots go

i pulled them out, just lost the memory though

i won’t tell you that a dead flower is alive

see it right there? the petals falling, impossible to revive

that’s why if i plant it, you get up and drive

i’m better off on my own, keeping this flower alive

Now