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