Flowers -

You paint flowers on the parts of yourself you don’t like

I spent some time pulling thorns out of my side

And don’t you ever get sick

Of being right about it?

You burn the candle to the quick

Broke the glass and try to melt that

Like it’d grow back if you didn’t

A lot’s changed but you peel back the new growth

Crush the scraps underfoot until it’s comfortable

How can you haunt yourself if you’re never home?

Written lists on your skin

You still don’t know where to go