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 and
no-one knows why
she's sad tonight
no-one can help her find

crying, crying
she couldn't afford the view 
crying, 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

no-one knows why
she stares outside
no-one can help her find

crying, crying
she couldn't afford the view 
crying, crying
these automatic flowers won't do
these automatic flowers won't do

she'd never admit it
she'd never consider this
she always means better
she's wasting all her time

crying, crying
she couldn't afford the view 
crying, crying
these automatic flowers won't do
these automatic flowers won't do
these automatic flowers, flowers won't do
won't do
won't do, won't do, won't do, won't do
won't do, won't do, won't do