Perennial Daisies (Live Take)

[Verse 1]
Perennial daisies are blooming
Millennial days seem to screw me
All over, it’s a wreck, it’s not Hell, but it’s Heck
I don’t know why I feel this bad or why it’s coming back
I’m not immune to winter or depression
You’d think I would interpret the lesson
I’d bulldoze down the door, I'd get myself outside
I found a helpful number, calling them, I didn’t try

[Bridge]
I wonder why I’m good for hours, fine for days
But each year, it'll sing that it’s waiting in the wings

[Hook]
I won’t die of a dark and lightless lifestyle
Anyway, I’ve got a plan, and
How many roses can I hold in a hand?
Can I grow with a seasonal therapy lamp?

[Verse 2]
I love the advertisements for these
I set out on assignment to see
What treatment’s best for me 'cause all I want to be
Is simply stock photography of, like
Sad lamps and blonde ladies
In which she’s lit up lovingly
I hope it gets her better again
And I hope she calls her friends
And the scene is like the end
Of ads for happy meds in which she’s dancing
And she's better in the head

[Bridge]
I’m good for hours, fine for days
But each year, it'll sing that it’s waiting in the wings

[Hook]
But I won’t die of a dark and lightless lifestyle
Anyway, I’ve got a plan, and
How many roses can I hold in a hand?
Can I grow with a seasonal therapy lamp?

[Verse 3]
Chrysanthemums pop out of my head
A dandelion patch in my bed, I
Think I’ve been dead a week or maybe two, or fifty-three
And so I died a bit again, I think felt better then
Until the sky got dyed again
It’s baby blue, cerulean
I don't need help, I say I’ve cured myself today
Just wait another year, I think I’ll probably be back here

[Bridge]
Just wait another, I’m good for hours, fine for days
But each year, it'll sing that it’s waiting in the wings

[Hook]
I won’t die of a dark and lightless lifestyle
Anyway, I've got a plan, and
How many roses can I hold in a hand?
Can I grow with a seasonal therapy lamp?