Automatic Flowers

And sara thinks she’s died here once before
She’s crazy
A pop-up book of flowers from grade four
Are driving her insane

No one knows why
She’s sad tonight
No one can help her find
Crying, crying she couldn’t afford the view
Crying, crying these automatic flowers won’t do

Another brick
Another window frames the confusion
Her garden blooms but sara can’t see straight
She’s drinking herself blind

No one knows why
She’s stares outside
No one can help her find
Crying, crying she couldn’t afford the view
Crying, crying these automatic flowers won’t do
These automatic flowers won’t do

She never admitted, she never condsiered
That she always means better
She’s wasting all our time

Crying, crying, she couldn’t afford the view
Crying, crying, these automatic flowers won’t do
These automatic flowers won’t do
These automatic flowers, flowers won’t do
Won’t do
Won’t do, won’t do won’t do, won’t do, won’t do, won’t do