amelia planted flowersnpants grew brown now fifty hours nnothing's bloomed she's hating seedsnchasing after tumbleweedsnnseventeen had lost its meaningneyes grew wide but truth's recedingnwatering your last resortnsolace in a metaphornnwhatcha gonna do when the sun goes down?nyou'll never grown up if it never goes downnwhere ya gonna be with a smile on your face?nif you take it slow you can win the racennamelia found her truthnin green boxes, twenty newnturning to dust one by onenanother ready, just begun nnbacks and heels are all she seesnturned the saying into feetnperverse jokes and references nnothing's better left unsaidnnmorning dawns extended nightsncareful now, obstructed sightsnfifty more will blow right through nbrown of brown never looked so bluenn n