Long ago, or so it seems
The flowers were taller than the trees
I did my best to keep this garden alive
But it died, it died, it died
I call myself a gardener
But these days all I do is sleep in flower beds
The vines they wrap around my legs
They've broken through the fence
The roots they dig into my head
And nothing's making sense
Oh I watch the fights
Between the demons in my mind
They clash, they yell and scream and cry
And I can't pick a side
One prick too many and
I swear I might break
And the doctors confused
By the chances that I take
These here potions
Are made from old plants and trees
The studies show they'll save you
With a seventy percent guarantee
I call myself a gardener
But these days all I do is sleep in flower beds
The vines they wrap around my legs
They've broken through the fence
The roots they dig into my head
And nothing's making sense
Oh I watch the fights
Between the demons in my mind
They clash, they yell and scream and cry
And I can't pick a side
You know I watch the fights
The demons in my mind
They yell and scream and cry
And I can't pick a side