All my friends are living in the city They spend all their days pulling out the weeds But they can't see me All my friends are fashioned with rose-tinted Glasses or goggles whichever suits them best What will let their eyes rest? Bits of lavender resting on my eyelashes Weighing down my eyelids in a haze Ivy disposition, growing in the cracks Climbing up your walls and taking up space Everything in its place Poison ivy rashes, this is why you don't Leave the house whenever I ask You to go out Bits of lavender resting on my eyelashes Weighing down my eyelids in a haze Bits of lavender resting on my eyelashes Weighing down my eyelids in a haze Flowers are growing in my hair So I'll pick them out 'Cause I don't want them there Flowers are growing in my hair So I'll pick them out 'Cause I don't want them there It's my own fucking hair So I'll shave it off I'll do what I want, do what I want Flowers are growing in my hair So I'll pick them out 'Cause I don't want them there