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, oh-oh
It's allowed to hurt, I'm allowed to burn
I'm allowed to wonder what you 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 that can be true
You loved me, and you know I loved you, oh-oh
And I'm trying 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 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've 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 (we will grow)
I can grow flowers (so high we'll)
I can grow my own flowers (touch the sky above)
The sky above
I can grow my own flowers (we will grow)
I grow my own flowers (so high, we'll touch)
Grow my own flowers (the sky above)
The sky above
Where I can grow flowers (I will grow)
So high I'll touch
The sky above
The sky above
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, oh-oh
It's allowed to hurt, I'm allowed to burn
I'm allowed to wonder what you 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 that can be true
You loved me, and you know I loved you, oh-oh
And I'm trying 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 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've 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 (we will grow)
I can grow flowers (so high we'll)
I can grow my own flowers (touch the sky above)
The sky above
I can grow my own flowers (we will grow)
I grow my own flowers (so high, we'll touch)
Grow my own flowers (the sky above)
The sky above
Where I can grow flowers (I will grow)
So high I'll touch
The sky above
The sky above
Credits
Writer(s): Elisabeth Maurus, Henry Brill, Breanna Jacobsen
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