[Verse 1]
Oh God, how great is grief that grants the means to be inspired?
Breathing life again to empathy
That I thought had expired
But if my malaise capitulates
The lingering, emphatic ache
Could I succumb to joy again or at least find some relief in familiar pain?
Either way, if I'm to raise my voice again, I should celebrate
And take some comfort in knowing that
The slow introspection that I felt in isolation has left me with an elucidated sense of self

[Verse 2]
And I know
That it may not be enough to satiate the phantom ache
That I carry in my timbre
But it softly shakes the taut embrace that doubt had once maintained
May flora bloom from every wound that I have volunteered to display

[Pre-Chorus]
After all, don't I deserve to be happy too?

[Chorus]
'Cause there's a bouquet for every misery
An embellishment to all my weaknesses
I'm jubilant in my undoing
You say it should hurt, but I don't feel it
[Bridge]
So I propose
If I'm able to articulate my woes in communion
With an assembly who can relate
Is my pain not a price I should be willing to pay? (Don't I deserve to be happy too?)
What is the worth of a misery
If not experienced in jovial company?
There is catharsis to be found
In the comfort afforded by our generous despair (Don't I deserve to be happy too?)
So celebrate with me

[Chorus]
'Cause there's a bouquet for every misery
An embellishment for all my weaknesses
Be jubilant in our undoing
Does it really hurt if you don't feel it now?