Flowers

Flowers are like stars but close to the ground
That's why I feel a burn when I see them around
They remind me of the sparkle I used to see in your eye
Now the only time they sparkle is when I make you cry
All the colors of a bouquet can't cover the bruise
That you left in my heart when you left the room
You're taking my breath, it's always been that way
From breathtaking to now I just hyperventilate
Somewhere between alcohol, brunches on the east side,
And me always being there when you said you need rides
I fucked up. Took my shot and you blocked it
Gave you the gun, pointed it at my chest, so you cocked it
Time of death? When we broke up. And you clocked it
The plane was bound to crash with depression in the cockpit.
You don't see me how I see you? that's probably true
I mean I get it. I wear contacts too

Flowers are like fishes washed up on the shore
Uprooted from their homes and don't live anymore
Dead like we are, haven't seen you in months
Still haven't quite adjusted, no I'm not gonna front
I reread our conversations looking for my mistakes
Check receipts for the gifts and your birthday cake
Still have a roll of your favorite toothpaste
Kept in the bathroom in case you wanted to stay
You wanted consistency, I gave you constant stress
And see I battled insecurities but I let them get the best
Of me. And then brought out the worst in you.
It hurt me, you were hurting too
So you took it on yourself to do the thing I couldn't do
End it. Walk away. But when you did that.
The thoughts stayed. With me. And turned into raps.
I perform them. at open mics. Everyone claps.
At my pain. And still. This shit ain't bringing you back.