You woke up
On the wrong side of the bed
And yet you
Want to blame your head
School can wait
'Cause you're all up to date
On the things
That they did and said

Flowers are beautiful
When they're in the ground
You can wear them in your hair
When you pull them out
But the prettiest one, I love so much
That it makes me sick
I think
I found a flower I can't pick

You can't sleep
'Cause it's stuck now in your head
What will my flower now do if I'm dead? (Oh no!)
It's okay
As long as the skies aren't gray
Your flower will not need you anyway
But it's alright
You live, love and you die
I think your flower will be just fine

Flowers are beautiful
When they're in the ground
You can wear them in your hair
When you pull them out
But the prettiest one, I love so much
That it makes me sick
I think
I found a flower I can't pick

(And if your grave's dug deep enough)
(Above will lay the flower you loved)
(Its vines are stuck inside your heart)
(It's time for a brand new start)