Clovers

Laying in the silver Laying over Mom No one seems to wonder How I carry on Better in the summer I don't wear a bra I try not to think of you So I don't think at all Laying in the clovers So I might find Would you roll me over In case I died? Laying in the wetness Of my grandma's lawn All the trash in the Universe Will still be here when you're not And would you finally stop thinking of yourself? And will you roll me over in case I fell? Laying in the clovers So I might find Would you roll me over In case I died? Laying in the clovers So I might find Would you roll me over In case I died? In case I died In case I died In case I died In case I died