Flea Market

[Verse 1]
Crying at the flea market
Clenching fists in my jean jacket
'Cause everything they got here's leopard print
Like they've raided your closet
And I'm so pathetic I almost bought
The ugliest shirt I ever saw
'Cause you would have loved it, you would have worn it
Singing along to “Little Red Corvette”
Shaking hands by the casket
Folks that miss you kept asking
If I've slept since your passing
And how I'm holding on
Well, I'm so pathetic my only thought
Was how they got your lipstick wrong
'Cause peach ain't your shade, never had worn it
But in red you always felt gorgeous

[Chorus]
I ask myself what could I have done
I was six, I was twelve, I was twenty-one
But it's like I wake up
With my hands wrapped around a gun

[Verse 2]
Your ashes rest on Grandma's mantle
Life's out of order and I can't handle
The sight of her, lighting a candle
For her youngest child
And I'm so pathetic, I beg God
To trade my life with my mom's
But you wouldn't have that, you'd never ask me
You only wanted me to me to be happy
Trying my best to be happy

[Chorus]
I ask myself what could I have done
I was six, I was twelve, I was twenty-one
But it's like I wake up
With my hands wrapped around a gun
And all your friends keep in touch
They raise kids, they go home, they turn fifty-one
But it's like I wake up
And you're gone while they've all moved on

[Bridge]
I
I, I
I, I, I

[Outro]
And I'm so pathetic, I beg God
To trade my life with my mom's
But you wouldn't have that, you'd never ask me
You only wanted me to me to be happy
Trying my best to be happy
Trying my best to be happy