Lyrics
The garden's gone to thistle, gone to seed Where I swore I'd plant something green I once watered stones for an answer Wept beneath a weathered Willow tree I kept a place for you at the table Kept the gate unlatched through every storm You called it love when you needed shelter Then left before the roots took hold My mind made maps from every maybe My heart kept calling it a sign I gave the silence all your reasons Till your absence sounded kind How could you do this to me?! How could you do this to me?! How could I let you do this to me?! Why would I let you do this to me?! The garden I inherited is grieving I'm learning how to tend it now I mistook your hunger for devotion Mistook my patience for a vow My head still turns the seasons backward As if regret could change the sky But no amount of careful thinking Can make a withered promise thrive How could you do this to me?! How could you do this to me?! How could I let you do this to me?! Why would I let you do this to me?! Nothing blooms! Because I beg it... Nothing roots! Because I stay... I can't keep giving all my water, To a well that drains away! How could you do this to me?! How could you do this to me?! How could I let you do this to me?! Why would I let you do this to me?! How could you do this to me?! How could you do this to me?! How could I let you do this to me?! Why would I let you do this to me?!