In pastel colors when the sun comes up
You think you're so much taller now the
Painkillers give you life.

So when you were sick I gave you daisies
Even though it sucked the life out of me
I get off on you



People always look smaller in hospital beds
But not you.
Watercolour veins, the prettiest shade.
Decorated with needles and kisses from
pretty nurses.






Morphine always takes your melancholy.
I'm sick to death of you being sick.
Daisies will stop growing in the ground if I keep on
Ripping them out for you!