| 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 |