I've got fresh cut carnations
Picked poppies and fresh pansies for your portrait
I got rid of all the bad parts
So you'd look good when you're holding me
But I think I cut too much
Gave you all my blooms and let the body rot
Now im digging up the dirt
All the mud and all the hurt
Trying to salvage what's left
Of these roots
And when it rains
Let it pour
So I can keep what's mine
And wash away what was always yours
And when the sun finally shines
I'm growing crooked pushing toward the light
How will it feel to just be
Not wonder how I look through someone else's eyes
What kind of shape will I take
What fruit will I grow
When I'm unkempt reaching tall and free and wild
I won't cut what's rough
All my thorns and spots, who I become
Im digging up the dirt
All the mud and all the hurt
Trying to salvage what's left
Of these roots
And when it rains
Let it pour
So I can keep what's mine
And wash away what was always yours
And when the sun finally shines
I'm growing crooked pushing toward the light