Plastic Flowers

I buy a lot of plastic flowers I can’t keep real ones alive When I need to feed it I forget it exists And pretty soon it just dies I keep all of my journals and notebooks Thinking I’ll use them someday But they’re moody and sad and just generally bad And I should just throw them away I never meant to Keep secrets from people, especially you, but I’m not good at talking, I’m no good with words I never know how to tell someone it hurts So I write it all down, put it somewhere safe Hoping no one finds my hiding place Standing too close to the fire Will get you burned But the close you get the brighter The colors turn A child who touches that bright light Just never learns The harder you love the harder The fall will hurt I read a lot of romance novels Thinking they can come true If I cry enough tears and fear enough fears A prince will come to my rescue I write a lot of songs and poems About what I feel but don’t say The highs and the lows, I don’t want you to know It’s safer to lock them away I’m not trying to Hide my true colors, I’m just not in tune I know all the chords that I’m supposed to play The notes I should sing, the things I should say So I’ll put on masks to hide my face Praying no one finds my hiding place Standing too close to the fire Will get you burned But the close you get the brighter The colors turn I keep on touching that bright light I never learn The harder you love the harder The fall will hurt So I’ll keep buying plastic flowers And I’ll keep crying for hours and hours Can’t keep a garden, can’t make a tree Scared it won’t grow, I throw away the seeds Standing too close to the fire Will get you burned But the close you get the brighter The colors turn I keep on touching that bright light I’ll never learn that The harder you love the harder The fall will hurt