Eyes are Vacant Heavy as they're tracing the tile So chastened, feeling far away And I'm impatient Fussing with my hands like a child On pavement, want you to myself for a while Maybe we could make true of this Daydream But you look at everything gravely lately You've got me picking my daisies daily You got me picking My battles clearly Have everything to do with you Obscurely doing what you do But insecurely I'm trying hard so we can Get through this purely No one else to pursue Maybe we could make true of this Daydream But you look at everything gravely lately You've got me picking my daisies daily You got me picking My, you got me picking my You look at everything gravely You got me picking my daisies daily You got me picking my Maybe we could make true of this Daydream But you look at everything gravely lately You've got me picking my daisies daily You got me picking