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 confusion
her garden blooms
but sara can't see straight
she's drinking herself blind
no-one knows why
shes stares outside
no-one can help her find
crying, she couldn't afford the view
crying, these automatic flowers won't do
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