If there were flowers in your hair, I’m sure that everything would be better than this. Could you fall without, leaving all these petals on my wrists? Because I am left to pick them up and throw them to the wind. I can’t keep myself straight up in this garden where you stand. Am I alright? Quit waiting on the weather to change when there’s no point at all. Growing out like roots, flowerless. Lie awake with daisies in your hair. Is it alright if I’m not alright, watching you lie awake? Stay without a care at all. Outside I’m leaning on your worst intentions. All my bones are broken, and I don’t feel a thing. Bury me beneath the dirt, lifeless at your roots. You’re flowerless. Lie awake with daisies in your hair. Is it alright if I’m not alright, watching you lie awake? Stay without a care at all. Bury me. Why don’t you bury me?