Withered Tulips

So, baby what you need
(So what, you sent the tulip)
If I decide that the whole world is fine
(But not as fine as it would be if I were in it)
What if you don't believe
In the darkness that's accountable to me
(You always cut the tulips)
Nice moon is it, nice mordant is it

What happens if you talk on and on
About there being good in everything
(You always cut the tulips)
What if you can't love my ingenious plans
(Don't ever cut my tulip)
What if she says 'everyone's a genius in their own way'
(No, no, no, no, no, no way)
That's even worse to say than to say they don't exist all
(Talk about a shriveling tulip)

Go inside
Really long time
If you're going out the farther side
Where’s mine
Grow down
Dreaming of you
You, too, could be true, loving you
What’s fine
Weeping every time
Wish I did, wish I could
What is this medico of sound
Rasping roar, rasping roar