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 that you said when I stopped to listen
I've pulled over the pages and wrote
This man you want to help me, get it together
But you won't hold my hand anymore
I've been throwing off, I've been throwing off
I've been throwing off lately
But I keep f*cking up, I keep f*cking up, I keep f*cking 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
Starters in the basement at home
What to do, what to say, prepare me for that day
And it made so much sense at that time
I am questioning, I am questioning
I am questioning a man
But I keep f*cking up, I keep f*cking up, I keep f*cking up
The little 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
Back bone as 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, I keep growing up
I keep growing up, I keep growing up