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, she couldn`t afford
The view
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.
