Flower - bulldog eyes

I could apply to the flower shop

But that won’t make me pretty

And I could find a brand new job

But I’ll still have no money

What’s the point?

I could do anything I want

Like I said I would at sixteen

And I could put my makeup on

But I will still be ugly

What’s the point?

I could go to my old house

There’s a flower in the window

Where the people disappear from me

I’m smiling in their shadow

What’s the point?