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