I know you can hear me
I know you can see me

People think I'm crazy
But Daisie, you know I'm not

I spend all my day with you, holding Rose's
I know you can't touch them, but I still do

Laying at your grave, talking to you
Believing your still here even when it's not true..

Daisie, tell me I'm not crazy
Spending my time with my girl
Reckoning all the times we laid down, giggling about your mother's bad jokes


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