Flower in Your Hair

Don't you know that hippie shit won't fix your life? And by now, you're about ten years behind Slow down, take a breath, and look around, my dear Some things change, but the change can't buy you jack If you looked into a crystal ball You'd stare at your reflection Captivated and enthralled by what you'd see And I'm just sick and tired of it all The way that everybody judges everybody else And yet that was a judgement in and of itself I digress, I undress my hollow lies Exposed for the world to see the sham I am Flimsy, artificial, and contrived If you listen to the things I say, I don't make any sense And yet I piss the hours away Drawing flowers and rainbows on the walls With black and gray colored pencils Because no one ever taught me how to paint I guess now you'll want a few more words If you're still listening Go outside, and listen to the birds 'Cause they sing better than I ever could But here I go I'm trying, yeah, I'm trying, and I want you all to know That goddamn hippie shit won't save your life And that flower in your hair was once alive Go home, take a long, hot, private bubble bath Then go make one real friend you can trust (Who trusts you back) (And don't stab theirs) (It's not so hard)