God Turn Me Into a Flower
Weyes Blood
As long as I stand to face the crowd
To know my name, to know its sound
It's good to be soft when they push you down
Oh, God, turn me into a flower
It always takes me
It's such a curse to be so hard
You shatter easily and can't pick up all those shards
It's the curse of losing yourself when the mirror takes you too far
Oh, God, turn me into a flower
You see the reflection and you want it more than the truth
You yearn to be that dream you could never get to
'Cause the person on the other side has always just been you
Oh, God, turn me into a flower
