Clovers

Laying in the silver

Laying over Mom

No one seems to wonder

How I carry on

Better in the summer

I don't wear a bra

I try not to think of you

So I don't think at all

Laying in the clovers

So I might find

Would you roll me over

In case I died?

Laying in the wetness

Of my grandma's lawn

All the trash in the Universe

Will still be here when you're not

And would you finally stop thinking of yourself?

And will you roll me over in case I fell?

Laying in the clovers

So I might find

Would you roll me over

In case I died?

Laying in the clovers

So I might find

Would you roll me over

In case I died?

In case I died

In case I died

In case I died

In case I died