autumn leaves are falling, a man runs through then starts crawling. if i had a flower, if it could start to think, i don't think it'd be able to stand still at its own will as i cut it off to give to you. no, the flowers would surely run away if they weren't tied to their stems.
at least i know if i were a flower i'd run before you catch me. before you catch me and cut me up and uproot me.
pick me up and throw me over. i know you used to talk about the cliffs of dover. i remember when i thought you had to play an instrument to sound good or be a substantial thing when all you really needed to do was sing.
pick me up and throw me down into the bouquet of all the men you know you don't approve of. i just hope you can find a way to put that to use.