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