It was if I was six
And had decided to finally grow myself a garden
I had had the pot of dirt since I was born
But I never planted a single seed

And then you came along
You told me to follow my dreams
And build you a beautiful garden
So I did

But as soon as the flowers began to bloom
You ran away from me
And I decided never to water them again

So here I am with my same pot of dirt
But now I have wilted flowers
That I don’t believe I can dispose of