Picking Flowers - Boy In Space

Lights out, it’s cold outside

You’re not here, oh

When I think of your face, it’s crystal clear

Mm-mm-mm-mmm

And I say I’m fine but I’m lying at the time

And I say I’m cool but how could I be?

And I say I’m over it, not over it at all

Stuck in-between it all

Picking flowers don’t really mean much

If you’re not by my side when I wake up

I leave the TV on, makes me fell less alone

You’re asleep but I’m awake at midnight

Counting sheep until I’m out of my mind

Looking at pictures from, you and your camera phone

Pretending I’m alright

Thousands of train tracks

But I can’t leave no, ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh

And I’d swim but the ocean is far too deep

So you’re out of reach

And I say I’m fine but I’m lying at the time

And I say I’m cool but how could I be?

And I say I’m over it, not over it at all

Stuck in-between it all

Picking flowers don’t really mean much

If you’re not by my side when I wake up

I leave the TV on, makes me fell less alone

You’re asleep but I’m awake at midnight

Counting sheep until I’m out of my mind

Looking at pictures from, you and your camera phone

Pretending I’m alright

Oh yeah

Pretending I’ll be fine

Hey hey

Pretending I’m alright

But I’m not really 'right, 'right, 'right

Mm-m-m-m-m-m

Mm-m-m-m-m-m