[Verse 1]
Nothing taken after me
The apple fallen far from tree
That's the reason you're in season
So take your time
All because you made your lane
Now everybody calls your name
Now you're hounded
You're surrounded
But that's your crime
And the words that land upon your ear
Fall apart
So you question everything you hear
Bless your heart

[Hook]
One day we may laugh
At the photographs
Of the times we cried
And we'll burn those words they say
While they lay
Bouquets Of Barbed Wire

[Verse 2]
Flowers in the attic die
Now you've caught the catcher in the rye
Your consensus
Though pretentious
Is take your time
And the words that land upon your ear
Fall apart
So you question everything you hear
Bless your heart

[Hook]