If I Were a Weed
Music and lyrics by Shy-Anne Hovorka
Produced: R. Benvegnu, Shy-Anne Hovorka
Vocals: Shy-Anne Hovorka
Keys: Shy-Anne Hovorka
Percussion: R. Benvegnu
Guitar: Jordan Elcheson
Bass: Dave Angell
Synthesizer: R. Benvegnu, Justin Sillman
Recording and Engineering: Dining Room Studios
I feel like a flower, so pretty to see,
As you walk by, you smile and pick me.
You admire my delicate petals with awe,
And caress them tenderly, and purr that they’re soft.
I look to the ground, and I’m high in the air,
Floating in the wind, I’m suddenly scared.
It’s far too late not to take this risk,
I quiver with fear as I’m trapped in your fist.
You say that my scent intoxicates you,
Yet you start plucking my petals and leave them all strewn.
Each petal is something nice I can give,
Each petal is something that helps me to live.
And now here I am, grasped in your claw,
With only my core, and God I feel raw…
There is nothing left pretty for you to see,
So you throw me aside, and tell me I’m free…
You say I’m a lily, a daisy, a rose,
Someone anyone would be lucky to hold.
So why did you pick me, and say that you care?
When all you did was throw me in a ditch somewhere?
Suddenly my body is covered in snow,
And the world around me grows ever so cold.
Unable to move until this feeling thaws,
I’m withered and frozen from this winters frost.
Eventually I feel like I can try to break through
And I push through the dirt I had sunk into.
My head finally feeling the warmth of the sun,
Suddenly I wish I had legs that could run.
But here I stand rooted in the same spot as before,
Waiting in earnest for my heart to be torn,
A beautiful flower so easy to pluck,
If I was a weed, would you even look?