She drew a picture of you with wings, but you drew lines in the sandnShe drew herself as a newborn wrapping her fingers around your handnMaybe the wings were really arms, art is only what you make of itnBecause she also gave herself bunny ears when she drew herselfin a cribnnShe drew a picture of a house, one I presume she's never seennShe wrote the importance of flowers, because you can have them for freenI guess that she kept me from jumping the gun, love is only what you make of itnShe drew a picture of a family practice while she drew herself in a cribnnShe drew a picture of a flaming car, she drew up papers for her class ringnI was an expensinsive mistake, taper it off and let the healing beginnMaybe the wings were really checks, debt is only what you make of itnI went and picked her flowers while she drew herself in a crib