Flowers are growing down my straightened spine

They wrap right around every vertebrae

And make me feel like I will be just fine

Even on the most horrible of days

They make the stars in my dull blue eyes shine

When I'm driving too fast down the freeway

They'll slow me down and make me raleigh

So that by chance I do not fly away

Flowers do not grow down my crooked spine

They didn't quite fix every vertebrae

How could I possibly think I'd be fine

I don't think I can handle one more day

I just poured myself a tall glass of wine

And decided it's time to drift away