I've been watering flowers in my mind
That I've presumed to be alive
But they were dead. Why?
Because I believed they would grow green again.

The grass grew so crisp apple green, made it feel like a daydream.
Then I realized this isn't what true love means.
This isn't the roses for the living.
This is for the dead.

And now I no longer live in my head.
I love right here in my bed.
Smelling the sweet honeydews.
I'm regaining who I'm supposed to be. Now nothing to lose.