Say something about your petals that have fallen astray Lets hear about your green grass view sprinkled wet on sunny days When innocent lips graze Sour icicle breath on sweet Sundays Express a time when all 7 petals mine Perfectly aligned Told no story of weather and time.
Pluck one - through seven plucks later Daisy stump tell the world how the Innocence fell From the height of grace To rough asphalt hell.
When all thats left is pollen stains And leaf veins. From playin the game Pluck to love me Pluck to love me not Pluck to love me Pluck to love me not plucked at the soul daisy stripped of self Ruined after all