(spoken)
Sometimes I look at Katy Perry. I'm like, that's Zooey Deschanel. And then Katy Perry says, no, I'm Katy Perry. I go, oh my god. (That's not quirky at all.) That's not quirky at all. Because she's like, haha, ah, comin' at you like a dark force, and Zooey Deschanel's like hey...

Clutching wilted flower stems
Crying on my bedroom floor
God, it's 4am
(4am)

Begging for a recount (recount)
There must've been a mistake (mm)
'Cause I'm coughing up chrysanthemums
And I'm hurtin' with heartache

Begging for a recount
No, something isn't right
Otherwise I wouldn't bе drowning in daisies
All night

He loves mе not
He loves me not
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me not

How many petals must I pick
Till he'll love me?
Sittin' on a swing set
I know it's awful childish
But there is pollen on my fingertips
And there are tears in my eyes

Sweet roses and honeysuckle
Buttercups and sunflowers
It's always the pretty ones
Who come with thorns

He loves me not
He loves me not
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me not

How many petals must I pick
Till he'll love me?

I'm growin' in a garden
And I'm not gonna stop
'Cause nobody picks an ugly weed
I'm what nobody wants

I'm growin' in a garden
And I am never gonna stop
'Cause nobody picks an ugly weed
I'm what nobody wants
I'm growin' in a garden
I'm growin' in a garden
The garden is growing
Inside me

There's ivy in my lungs
The taste is blooming on my tongue
And I will dig my roots
Deep into the dirt

There's ivy in my lungs
The taste is blooming on my tongue
And I will decompose
I'll rot straight into the dirt

Oh god, how it hurts
When

He loves me not
He loves me not
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me not

How many petals must I pick
Till he'll love me?
How many petals
Why won't he love me?