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



You're the meanest flower…