Flowers
I'm okay, I'm just late
To accept my fate and carry on, on
I don't know why I have these dreams
I haven't seen you in so very long, long
It's allowed to hurt, I'm allowed to burn
I'm allowed to wonder what you're doing now
And dig up all your dirt
I'm allowed to beg, I'm allowed to scream
I wish that you were in this room with me
Instead of in my dreams
With a bouquet of flowers
You used to bring flowers
You grew me flowers
I guess two things can be true
You loved me and you know I loved you, oh
And I'm tryin' to remember
That people make mistakes
But that don't make it better
It's allowed to hurt, I'm allowed to burn
I wish you that you were in this room with me
Instead of with her
So that we could fight, so that you could cry
So that we could have a funeral
If this thing had to die
I would've brought flowers
I would lay flowers, lay flowers
We been dying for days, to be free of these roots
Forgot I could grow, outside the garden of you
It's allowed to hurt, I'm allowed to burn
I'm allowed to ask you what you're doing now
And if you are with her
I'm allowed to beg, I'm allowed to fight
So I can get out of this darkness
And get back into my light
Where I can grow flowers, I can grow flowers (I will grow so high)
I can grow my own flowers (I'll touch the sky above, the sky above)
I can grow my own flowers, I grow my own flowers (I will grow so high)
Grow my own flowers (I'll touch the sky above, the sky above)
Yeah, I can grow flowers (I will grow so high, I'll touch the sky above, the sky above)