Picking Flowers

Lights out, it's cold outside You're not here Oh, when I think of your face, it's crystal clear Mm-mm-mm-mmm And I say I'm fine, but I'm lying at the time And I say I'm cool, but how could I be? And I say I'm over it, not over it at all Stuck in-between it all Picking flowers don't really mean much If you're not by my side when I wake up I leave the TV on, make me feel less alone You're asleep, and I'm awake at midnight Counting sheep until I'm out of my mind Looking at pictures from you and your camera phone Pretending I'm alright Thousands of train tracks, but I can't leave no (ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh) And I'd swim, but the ocean is far too deep So you're out of reach And I say I'm fine, but I'm lying at the time And I say I'm cool, but how could I be? And I say I'm over it, not over it at all Stuck in-between it all Picking flowers don't really mean much If you're not by my side when I wake up I leave the TV on, make me feel less alone You're asleep, and I'm awake at midnight Counting sheep until I'm out of my mind Looking at pictures from you and your camera phone Pretending I'm alright Oh yeah Pretending I'll be fine Hey, hey Pretending I'm alright But I'm not really alright, alright, alright Mm-mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm