Текст: Joe Henry. Mean Flower.

How beautiful you've made yourself
How cruel you've become
How so much like another
That it's no surprise
That I don't recognize you now so
Beautiful and cruel

You're the meanest flower

You raise me off the ground
To see how far there is to fall
As if I don't remember
How we passed the time
As if I don't remember how
Your face fell into mine

Oh, you're the meanest flower

Notice how I vanish
And your world remains
You show your head above it
For spite, nothing more
Like you thought just living
Was somehow its own reward

You're the meanest flower