i don't care that flowers grow for you and me
and me
you don't know what love is til you see
her standing there
a web of skin and nails and hair
a web of skin and nails and hair and bones and bones and
thoughts rushing in and out your head
you think you are alive
but you are dead
you keep on driving in your car asleep
on driving in your car
i don't know why flowers grow in wintertime
the sky turns grey
the sun don't shine
and people rush to be on time for work
they wrap themselves in wool and cloaks and hats and scarves
like larva in their incubate cars
like larva in their cars
and drive
and drive
and drive
and drive
and drive
and drive
and drive
until they get away