Chrysanthemums

An Italian philosopher used to say Only the flower you never picked Will truly be yours If that was the case Then how many florists And how many bees Would there be in the world Some days I am upset Cause I wish I could help All the ill people in the world but I can't No I definitely can't So helpless so senseless oh oh So helpless so senseless I don't know And I cry and I cry Like that day far away in time When I smell chrysanthemums I feel a bit sick Isn't it ironic that mums is the short for it And it's hard to be alive In November sometimes With all the heart attacks I thought I had By now I would surely be dead But I'm here With the fear Of going outside getting hit by a car And I cry and I cry Like that day far away in time When I smell chrysanthemums I feel a bit sick Isn't it ironic that mums is the short for it Navigating in my thoughts I'm exhausted will you be my port And I cry and I cry Like that day far away in time When I smell chrysanthemums I feel a bit sick Isn't it ironic that mums is the short for it And I cry and I cry Like that day far away in time When I smell chrysanthemums I feel a bit sick Isn't it ironic that mums is the short for it Is the short for it