Flower in Your Hair

Don't you know that hippie shit won't fix your life?
And by now, you're about ten years behind
Slow down, take a breath, and look around, my dear
Some things change, but the change can't buy you jack

If you looked into a crystal ball
You'd stare at your reflection
Captivated and enthralled by what you'd see
And I'm just sick and tired of it all
The way that everybody judges everybody else

And yet that was a judgement in and of itself
I digress, I undress my hollow lies
Exposed for the world to see the sham I am
Flimsy, artificial, and contrived

If you listen to the things I say, I don't make any sense
And yet I piss the hours away
Drawing flowers and rainbows on the walls
With black and gray colored pencils
Because no one ever taught me how to paint

I guess now you'll want a few more words
If you're still listening
Go outside, and listen to the birds
'Cause they sing better than I ever could
But here I go
I'm trying, yeah, I'm trying, and I want you all to know

That goddamn hippie shit won't save your life
And that flower in your hair was once alive
Go home, take a long, hot, private bubble bath
Then go make one real friend you can trust
(Who trusts you back)
(And don't stab theirs)
(It's not so hard)