And Sara thinks she's died here once before
She's crazy
A pop-up book, of flowers from grade 4
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 confusion
Her garden blooms
But Sarah can't see straight
She's drinking herself blind
No one knows why
She stares outside
No one can help her find
Crying crying, she couldn't afford the view
Crying crying, these automatic flowers won't do
She never admitted
She never considered
That she always means better
She's wasting all her time
Crying crying, she couldn't afford the view
Crying crying, these automatic flowers won't do
These automatic flowers won't do
Flowers won't do
