Daisies

Little daisies in my garden
Little daisies growing in my garden
I’m going to grow them up to be sunflowers
I’m going to grow them up to be sunflowers
The bills on my doormat
The bills piling on my doormat
I’m going to make a paper tree
I’m going to make a paper tree
The car in my driveway
The car bricked up with no wheels
I’ll get the bastards if it kills me
I’ll get the bastards if it kills me
So who will miss me when I’m gone
Who will write the words on my gravestone
That’s if there’s room in forty years
That’s if there’s room in forty years from now
I hope I’ll live that long to prove myself wrong
But just for now I’ll sing this song
Just for now I’ll sing this song
About how bad things are