Clovers

Laying in the silver
Laying over Mom
No one seems to wonder
How I carry on
Better in the summer
I don't wear a bra
I try not to think of you
So I don't think at all

Laying in the clovers
So I might find
Would you roll me over
In case I died?

Laying in the wetness
Of my grandma's lawn
All the trash in the Universe
Will still be here when you're not
And would you finally stop thinking of yourself?
And will you roll me over in case I fell?

Laying in the clovers
So I might find
Would you roll me over
In case I died?

Laying in the clovers
So I might find
Would you roll me over
In case I died?
In case I died
In case I died
In case I died
In case I died