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)