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