Eight Foot Flower Lyrics

There's an eight foot flower growing in my yard
and I can't help but think
that you are on the outside looking in.
I can see you through the window
but come winter only god knows
when's the next time I will see you again.
And I can't help but think to myself where you're going now.
No I can't help but talk to myself when you're not around.
Because I know you know
it's the only thing that's for certain anymore.
and I know it's true,
if the whole world could, it would certainly stop for you.
There's an unwilling chill in my bones.
My body, it aches and it groans.
I'm still keeping my chin up,
but my neck just ain't cut out for this type of living.
There's a stone in the back of my throat,
my voice is as shaky as a goat.
Still I keep burning those leaves and finishing drinks,
'cause sometimes that's the easiest thing.
And wouldn't you agree?
Now that I've phrased it so marvelously?
I'm not the fold, you're not the center,
and life is certainly no magazine.