Printing Shed - Brushfire Lyrics

I was a rose grown from brushfire, wind as it battled the flames
I grew with hemlock and ash at my side, built myself up from remains

You set your sight on a garden; delicate, gentle, and tame
You don't deserve the briar you got
I don't deserve your name

You keep her ashes like petals, press them in books to keep safe
You don't deserve the ghost in your house
I won't exist as her grave