Long ago, or so it seems The flowers were taller than the trees I did my best to keep this garden alive But it died, it died, it died I call myself a gardener But these days all I do is sleep in flower beds The vines they wrap around my legs They've broken through the fence The roots they dig into my head And nothing's making sense Oh I watch the fights Between the demons in my mind They clash, they yell and scream and cry And I can't pick a side One prick too many and I swear I might break And the doctors confused By the chances that I take These here potions Are made from old plants and trees The studies show they'll save you With a seventy percent guarantee I call myself a gardener But these days all I do is sleep in flower beds The vines they wrap around my legs They've broken through the fence The roots they dig into my head And nothing's making sense Oh I watch the fights Between the demons in my mind They clash, they yell and scream and cry And I can't pick a side You know I watch the fights The demons in my mind They yell and scream and cry And I can't pick a side