If I find another hole in my heart
I'll put a flower inside it
Flower inside it
If I wake up alone again
I'll put a flower beside my head
Flower beside my head
If you punch another hole in our wall
I'll put a flower inside it
I know you didn't mean it
I was searching for a millipede
In California
On my knees
In those rotting leaves
In California
My head down
When I look up
I found myself inside a Sequoia tree
That had burned from the inside
Burned from the inside
If I find a new hand in mine
I'll put a flower between them
Cut at the stem
If I can't find flowers in my mind
I will burn from the inside
Burn from the inside
Burn from the inside
Burn from the inside
Burn from the inside
Burn from the inside
Burn from the inside
Burn from the inside
Burn from the inside
Burn from the inside
Burn from the inside