Trampling Daisies

I’m taking photographs of loved ones because I care
I’m gonna paste them over their doorways so god knows who to spare
If the shutter breaks and the lens cracks and I’m too late to double back
There’s still a chance to make it so when reason fails
It happened before, it can happen again
I’m still trampling daisies even though I’m still sucking exhaust
Tough thing bout forever: it’s easy to get lost
Friend came over last week, said «Hey, check this shit out
It’s crazy but it’s true
This will replace all the times that you don’t like with all the ones you do.»
And it’s blurry now, but a chain of events took place and later, once,
was taken apart
We understood, it was amazing, it worked, euphoria
I’m still trampling daisies even though I’m still sucking exhaust
Tough thing bout forever: it’s easy to get lost
I’m still trampling daisies even though I could be pushing them up
Nice thing about a hurricane: it eventually stops
I’m still tapping the tight white skin of the snare drum at the front of the
stage
Not sure if it’s keeping good time but it’s keeping me strong and brave
I’m still trampling daisies even though I’m still sucking exhaust
Tough thing bout forever: it’s easy to get lost