Sittin' on the rocks, sniffin' a flower Don't give me the sweets i'll stick with the sour Patches of grass make up my lawn I pray to god i won't get beaten on I am a littl flower I have a special power The beez fly from their treez 2 get their pollen from me I guarantee something about me A side to me that you'll never, ever see I dream about death cuz i'm a little bit emo Slice my wrist up like brian eno I come from the dirt, so it doesn't hurt when you Step on me- you can try and try - all i'll do is cry We come from outer space! You can have a little taste of our ice cream cone with the chocolate sauce And the whipped cream with the cherry on top