becoming a flower

I wish I was what I could be I'd be the prettiest ghost you'll ever seen (Ouuuuuuu) (Ouuuuuuu) Rip it from my chest What a pretty dress I wish you the best Because soon I'll have to rest "Get up" "You don't have to do this" "I'm so sorry" [It was that I sought, the feeling or thought, that I was a flower Purple dead nettle, like the ones I picked as a kid. Honeysuckles Are full of familiar feelings. Daffodils, I found in the woods, all Absorbing light around them, becoming beautiful, and wilting Away.]