The Look of Flowers That Are Looked at Lyrics

In the evening afternoon
Feel so tired 'cause there's nothing to do
But wish the fireflies would come home soon

Took a walk up into the hills
Brought a book and a bottle of pills
Waded through the grass
Beneath the trees

Don't ask me now
Take your time
Arrive somehow
You have the look of flowers that are looked at

Sang you and myself to sleep
Every night feels like a week
Don't know if I should run
Or should I stay?

Laid and listened to the traffic dive
Sad voices trying to tell me their lies
Don't pay them any mind
They'll disappoint you

Don't ask me now
Take your time
Arrive somehow
You have the look of flowers that are looked at