Flowers

Out of place like a lighthouse far from sea,

There’s no purpose if it’s not where it’s meant to be

Reading faces, reading me

Throwing smiles, smiles that aren't received

And if i go out, i won’t want to be out no more

And if i go out, i won’t want to be out no more

Oh,

I don't want to have to prove myself no more

Oh,

When i’ve got flowers waiting at my front door

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

Treading carefully, wish I was more carefree.

Crowded places have a tendency to scare me,

Like scary movies, the tension flows through me.

Started smoking because I found it hard to breathe.

And now that i’m out, I don't want to be out no more

And now that i’m out, I don't want to be out no more

Oh,

I don't want to have to prove myself no more

Oh,

When i’ve got flowers waiting at my front door

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I don't want to have to prove myself no more

When i’ve got flowers waiting at my front door

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

No, I don't want to prove myself..