Flower on the Concrete

Smudge on my cheek

Mascara on my hand

Petals in my pocket

Like a secret I planned

Walked through the days

All gray, half-asleep

Still I watered my dreams

In the cracks of the street

I’m a flower on the concrete

Growing where you said I can’t breathe

Every scar, every bad week

Turned to color underneath my feet

Love’s the light that I fight with

Blooming bright in the crisis

You can break, you can doubt me

I’m a flower, I’m a flower on the concrete (yeah)

Heart once heavy

Like stones in a jar

Now it’s glitter and dirt

Same mess, just art

You called me “too much”

Now I call it my style

Paint my pain on my lips

Wear that red like a smile (uh)

I’m a flower on the concrete

Growing where you said I can’t breathe

Every scar, every bad week

Turned to color underneath my feet

Love’s the light that I fight with

Blooming bright in the crisis

You can break, you can doubt me

I’m a flower, I’m a flower on the concrete (on the concrete)

Who said pretty has to be gentle?

Who said fragile can’t be strong?

I write “love” on my broken pieces

Stack them up and build a throne (ah)

I’m a flower on the concrete

Growing where you said I can’t breathe

Every scar, every bad week

Turned to color underneath my feet

Love’s the light that I fight with

Blooming bright in the crisis

You can break, you can doubt me

I’m a flower, I’m a flower on the concrete (yeah)

I’m a flower, I’m a flower on the concrete