Sunflowers up to your second floor window
There’s so much life outside for you to ignore
It’s time to pack and move away
It's time to stare at my television in a new place
Stargazers, covered in baby's breath,
Wilting away in your kitchen
You moved to the mountains, where it’s hard to breathe
That high altitude won’t get you closer to your god
I stood under your Flower Moon and waited for it to fall on me.
It gets strange finding yourself so lost
Even stranger with three sixes on your cross
I’m the poster child for naive
The patron saint of all you hate