Mostly it feels like a waste
So much laughter un-canned
I'd forgotten the taste
Don't make me go back
All the plans we tiptoed around
In quiet hours, Daffodil buds
There is a reason
The first nine months doesn't count


Nearly
(Presque, wait no)
Daffodils
Nearly
(Presque, wait no)
Daffodils


Sometimes it tears like a freight train
Through a christening
Displacing the new growth
And making everything ugly
Sometimes I want to make a home on it
To look between the wheels I'm scared of being under
I've started whistling in the mornings
I like to hear the birds sing

Nearly
(Presque, wait no)
Daffodils
Nearly
(Presque, wait no)
Daffodils


Last night I dreamt that we lasted all the way 'til spring
But now the fields are full of red and blue
with nothing in between
You can lead water to the daffodils

Mostly it feels like a waste
So much laughter un-canned
I'd forgotten the taste
Don't make me—


Nearly
(Presque, wait no)
Daffodils
Nearly
(Presque, wait no)
Daffodils

Last night I dreamt that we lasted all the way 'til spring
But now the fields are full of red and blue
with nothing in between
You can lead water to the daffodils
But you can't make them drink