Lyric Automatic Flowers

and Sara thinks she s died here once before
she s crazy
a pop-up book of flowers from grade 4
are driving her insane
no-one knows why
she s sad tonight
no-one can help her find

crying, she couldn t afford
the view
crying, these automatic flowers won t
do

another brick
another window frames the confusion
her garden blooms but Sara can t see straight
she s drinking herself blind