Perennial daisies are blooming Millennial days seem to screw me All over, it's a wreck It's not hell but it's heck I don't know why I feel this bad Or why it's coming back I'm not immune to winter or depression You'd think I would interpret the lesson I'd bulldoze down the door And get myself outside I found a helpful number Calling them I didn't try, I wonder why I'm good for hours, fine for days, but each year it'll sing that It's waiting in the wings I won't die of a dark and lightless lifestyle Anyway, I've got a plan, and How many roses can I hold in a hand Can I grow with a seasonal therapy lamp? I love the advertisements for these I set out on assignment to see What treatment's best for me And all I want to be Is stock photography Sad lamps and blonde ladies She's lit up lovingly I hope it gets her better again I hope she calls her friends And the scene is like the end Of ads for happy meds in which She's dancing and she's better in the head I'm good for hours, fine for days, but each year it'll sing that It's waiting in the wings I won't die of a dark and lightless lifestyle Anyway, I've got a plan, and How many roses can I hold in a hand Can I grow with a seasonal therapy lamp? Ooh Chrysanthemums pop out of my head A dandelion patch in my bed, I Think I've been dead a week Or maybe two, or 53 And so I died a bit again And I think felt better then Until the sky got dyed again It's baby blue, cerulean I don't need help, I say I've cured myself today Just wait another year I'll probably be back here Just wait another I'm good for hours, fine for days, but each year it'll sing that It's waiting in the wings I won't die of a dark and lightless lifestyle Anyway, I've got a plan, and How many roses can I hold in a hand Can I grow with a seasonal therapy lamp?