How beautiful you’ve made yourself How cruel you’ve become, How so much like another That it’s no surprise That I don’t recognize you now so Beautiful and cruel
You’re the meanest flower…
You raise me off the ground To see how far there is to fall, As if I don’t remember How we passed the time, As if I don’t remember how Your face fell into mine
Oh, you’re the meanest flower…
Notice how I vanish And your world remains, You show your head above it For spite, nothing more, Like you thought just living Was somehow its own reward