You see all the flowers in the weedsYou’re scared of the dark when you sleepYou cover up your arms with your sleevesEven in hundred degree heatYour father was awfully meanYour favorite color is greenIt reminds you of the summer you turned threeRunnin’ through sprinklers on your street Sen yabani otların arasındaki çiçekleri görürsünUykuya dalarken karanlıktan