Daisy

I'm trying to think about dreams I've had Happy or sad or the middle Sometimes about you, with or without you Still leaving me in the dark I am dragging out, I am dragging out I am dragging out of bed But I'm still coming up, I'm still coming up I'm still coming up, Daisy What was it you said when I stopped to listen? I've pored over the pages you wrote This manual to help me get it together But you won't hold my hand anymore I've been through enough, I've been through enough I've been through enough lately But I keep fucking up, I keep fucking up I keep fucking up, Daisy Neither am I good nor pure Neither am I wise However, I am willing to start from the ground up So I keep growing up When you had me living in a little greenhouse Started in the basement at home What to do, what to say, prepare me for that day And it made so much sense at the time I am questioning, I am questioning I am questioning the man But I keep fucking up, I keep fucking up I keep fucking up the plan Oh, seed, pick your poison While you're down there in the ground Father, father, what do I do When you are not around And I feel like giving out And crashing down to the ground Backbone is battered as any but show me my wounds Neither am I good nor pure Neither am I wise However, I am willing to start from the ground up So I keep growing up, I keep growing up, I keep growing up Keep growing up, I keep growing up, I keep growing up