Wilted Daisies

 That's a tree. And Cars. Another building like this one. People in the building like us, half of them think it's never going to work out, the other half believe in magic. It's like a war between them. It's a war between us.

When I was a kid I thought that it was my arm giving him daisies. Now I make a new mistake and think it’s your arm giving me the daisies, saying, here, here's simple and happy. That's what I meant to give you.