Daisy Songtext
von The Obsessives

The first time we met, you approached me
An inaccurate preface to this starting
With you asking me what I was reading
And if I ever sought solace in lonely places
Like my room
Ever since then, all I do is think about you


Now this friendship has grown into a sad display
Of what I would do candidly on tape
To make you see that I could be the right person to turn you and I into we
It seems quite frankly impossible that my writing would ever affect you
Like the way you buried me under mountains of mud

My finger brushes yours
And my world is one inch, by one inch, by one inch
My finger brushes yours
And my world is one inch, by one inch, by one inch
Write her poems, I recite them like the man I am