| Well I keep dreaming, baby |
| Of your hands on my face |
| So romantically dead |
| Yeah, I’m out, I’m out of my head |
| All the whispers surround you like a psycho flame |
| You can’t deal, you push them away |
| Like all the spooky little kids |
| That can creep under your lids |
| With their Barbie Doll brains |
| April flowers out the window |
| April flowers out the door |
| Hang by your lover, wasted another |
| Hang by your lover, wasted another, honey |
| April flowers out the door |
| Well the comedown was heavy |
| Like it would never end |
| Draggin' down, dead forever |
| But I’d do it again |
| All the feelings surround me like a buzzin' fly |
| I can’t breathe when you walk by |
| Like all the spooky little kids |
| That can creep under your lids |
| With their Barbie Doll brains |
| April flowers out the window |
| April flowers out the door |
| Hang by your lover, wasted another |
| Hang by your lover, wasted another, honey |
| April flowers out the door |
| Hang by your lover, wasted another |
| Hang by your lover, wasted another, honey |
| April flowers out the door |