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**g up, I keep f**g up, I keep f**g 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**g up, I keep f**g up, I keep f**g 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