Pickin' Flowers For Lyrics

I take a lot of lying
Through these two little holes
Underneath the smile
I'm scorched over the coals
I pile up the garbage
Behind everybody's back
I'm picking flowers for
Myself and no one else
I took the heat for crying
I'm not crying anymore
Didn't have to suffer
Yeah, I knew the score
But I was in too deep
And because I'm beautiful
I'm picking flowers for
Myself and no one else

And now the dirt feels as fresh as the dew
Ashes to ashes, my sweet a**, my sweet
Only thing left to do is to give my clothes away
To my many friends, yes
I gotta, gotta get you back
And I can't get your back
I want, I want, I want you back
And God can't get your back
I need, I need, I need you back
And I can't get your back
I want, I want, I want it back
And God can't bring it back
And now the dirt feels as fresh as new
Ashes to ashes, my sweet a**, my sweet
Only thing left to do is to give my clothes away
To my many friends, yes

I want, I want, I want you back
And I can't get your back
I need, I need, I need you back
And God can't get your back
I want, I want, I want you back
And I can't get your back
I need, I need, I need you back
And God won't get your back