I BROUGHT MY OWN FUNERAL BOUQUET Verse 1 I keep collecting almosts like pressed flowers in a drawer. Almost got better. Almost called for help. Almost became somebody who didn’t keep one foot near the door. The neighbors say I look healthy now. I smile. I’ve always been good at making smoke look like weather. Pre-Chorus Everybody loves a resurrection. Nobody asks what the grave remembers. Chorus I brought my own bouquet just in case I outlived the tragedy. White lilies riding shotgun, looking almost as nervous as me. Everybody thought I’d make a beautiful cautionary tale. Instead I’m still here. I brought my own bouquet just in case survival wasn’t enough to bury me. ⸻ Verse 2 The boys who called me difficult write love songs about difficult girls now. Funny. The same mouths that warned I’d end up alone keep asking where I’ve been. Funny. Everybody loves the wreckage once the fire stops spreading. Everybody loves a hurricane when it’s somebody else’s roof. Pre-Chorus Some nights I still miss disasters. Not because they helped. Because silence has a way of sounding like yourself. Chorus I brought my own bouquet just in case I outlived the tragedy. White lilies riding shotgun, looking almost as nervous as me. Everybody thought I’d make a beautiful cautionary tale. Instead I’m still here. I brought my own bouquet just in case survival wasn’t enough to bury me. ⸻ Bridge Maybe that’s the joke. I spent years rehearsing my eulogy. Choosing the flowers. Choosing the music. Practicing brave last words for people who hadn’t left yet. I thought rock bottom would look like a cliff. Turns out it looked like Tuesday. And healing— healing wasn’t a lightning strike. It was waking up and doing it again. Final Chorus I brought my own bouquet just in case I outlived the tragedy. White lilies riding shotgun, looking almost as nervous as me. Everybody thought I’d make a beautiful cautionary tale. Instead I’m still here. I brought my own funerall bouquet just in case survival wasn’t enough to bury me. The lilies finally wilted. The ghosts stopped calling. The ending never happened. Outro For years, I thought the miracle would be becoming somebody else. Turns out the miracle was surviving long enough to meet myself. ⸻
