it's full of tea leaves.
oh.yeah,
it's full of caffeine.
so don't read this poem,
baby.
because i swear it's not about me.
it's just not who i'm meant to be.

and it's just not what you're meant to read.
no, it's not what you're meant to read.
so let's do cartwheels again,
on the grass someday
pull out a daisy, baby
yeah, pull out a weed.