Flowers Through My Shirt

When you burn me with your hands
I forget what happy is
When you burn with your hands
I put on a smile and pray pretend

When you shove words down my throat
I throw up so I won’t choke
When you burn me with your hands
I become someone I can’t understand

Oh, no
Oh, no

When you push me all the way down
I come up and go back around
When you try to turn me into dirt
I grow flowers through my shirt

Oh, oh
Oh, oh

When you tell me that I’m no good
I know that you have me misunderstood
When you tell me that I’m no good
I know that I’m just misunderstood

Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

And when you push me down in the dirt
I grow flowers through my shirt
You don’t have to hold my hand
I hold myself until the end

Oh, oh
Oh, oh
These flowers do grow
Oh, oh
These flowers do grow
These flowers do grow
I grow
Oh, oh