Dark night, hot day
I walk your way
Down streets, up paths
Won't stop, can't start
To think, to dream what might be seen
We'd fight, you'd say
Doesn't matter anyway
I crushed the daisy in my hand
It's not gift I thought it was
I know it's wrong
To sing your song
But it's stuck for years
Brought up old fears
I'm great at this
Don't try, resist
Walk your arse home
You're not alone
I picked the daisy up from someone else's garden
And threw it down the drain