Flowers

Built a home and watched it burn.
Mm, I didn't want to leave you.
I didn't want to lie.
I started to cry,
But then remembered I— I can buy myself flowers,
Write my name in the sand, talk to myself for hours,
Say things you don't understand.
I can take myself dancing.
I can hold my own hand.
Yeah, I can love me better than you can.
Can love me better.