When flowers look so full
It makes me sad
They'll die soon
I hate that I think like that
Cause when morning comes
And I'm glued to my bed
I think the sun is broken
And so is my head
You say, you wanna go outside
And feel the breeze
I know it's dark and it's cold
But you've got me
So when morning comes
And I'm glued to my bed
Who needs the sun
I've got you instead
