Nearly Daffodils

Mostly it feels like a waste So much laughter un-canned I'd forgotten the taste, don't make me go back All the plans we tiptoed around In quiet hours, daffodil buds There is a reason the first nine months doesn't count Nearly (Presque, wait, no) daffodils Nearly (Presque, wait, no) daffodils (Daffodils) Sometimes it tears like a freight train through a christening Displacing the new growth, and making everything ugly Sometimes I wanna make a home on it To look between the wheels that I'm scared of being under I've started whistling in the mornings I like to hear the birds sing Nearly (Presque, wait, no) daffodils Nearly (Presque, wait, no) daffodils (Daffodils) ey! Last night I dreamt that we lasted all the way 'til spring But now the fields are full of red and blue with nothing in between You can lead water to the daffodils Mostly it feels like a waste So much laughter un-canned I'd forgotten the taste, don't make me- Nearly (Presque, wait, no) daffodils Nearly (Presque, wait, no) daffodils (Daffodils) Last night I dreamt that we lasted all the way 'til spring But now the fields are full of red and blue with nothing in between You can lead water to the daffodils But you can't make them drink