And if there’s flowers that
You really like
In the path you walk
Go (a)head
And pick them where they stand
Until there’s not one left
Out in the desert you said
You’d always be my friend
And I believe you meant it then
But as soon as it rained
You left me there for dead
And the sky was turning red
And if there’s flowers that
You really like
In the path you walk
Go ahead
And pick them where they stand
Until there’s not one left
Out in the desert you said
I wouldn’t die like that
And I learned my blood is red
Could you have been someone else
In stead
Could I have been who you wanted me to be
Dad?