I don't care that flowers grow for you and me...and me

You don't know what love is till you see her standing there

A web of skin and nails and hair

And bones and bones

And thoughts rush in and

Arch your head, you think you are alive

But you are dead, you keep

On driving in your car asleep...

I don't know why flowers grow in wintertime

The sky turns gray, the sun don't shine

And people rush to be

On time for work, they

Wrap themselves in woolen cloaks

And hats and scarves

Like larva in their incubated cars

Like larva in their cars

And drive...until they get away