Yes I hate the way I feel 

And it makes no sense, 

Five months gone and all I got - 

Pretty pink flowers on a chain link fence.



'Nd I don't like what it means 

'Cause I know 

There is more to come.



I can't go home without chrysanthemum.



I walk around lost 

And I don't know why.



I don't see the faces, 

Or the places 

That I should recognize.



It's like that dream 

Where it feels like home 

But it don't look right.



Yes I will look everywhere tonight.



I will not stop until I make things right.



I can't go home until I see the sun.



I can't go home without chrysanthemum.



No I can't go home without chrysanthemum.