I’ve been living on the inside Instead of a digital past life Working things out by the moonlight On my own On my own
Sometimes I’ll check in for a good time But leave before smoke gets in my eyes The lovely flames are a white lie This I know This I know
Cause, sometimes, I wanna buy a flower farm in Oregon But if I heard your song on the radio I don’t know how I’d rationalize the giving up Of parts of myself I never loved enough To protect them from the world So I’m blowing my brains out in a field of cornflowers
If a tree falls in the forest Would you believe it if nobody saw it? Does it matter to you that I loved it? I don’t know I don’t know
Sometimes, I wanna buy a flower farm in Oregon But if I heard your song on the radio I don’t know how I’d rationalize the giving up Of parts of myself I never loved enough To protect them from the world So I’m blowing my brains out in a field of cornflowers