It makes sense

If you pick a flower and you keep it in a vase
It will always die faster than if you left it
But if you take a branch and you graft it into another tree,
It will grow and bloom a million times over
You told me I was beautiful
And you displayed me on the windowsill for everyone to see
I didn't realize that you were still out in the garden trying to grow another tree
I didn't think to ask if I was the only flower you kept
I guess I should have faced the sun rather than your eyes
Because in the end, you threw me away as soon as she bloomed right outside.