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Daisys in the Daisies

Emily Stellar
Track 7 – Songs of the Desert
Sunshine daisies bloom like my smile,
When I see her, I’m buried in petals for a while.
She sniffs the earth like she’s reading old secrets,
Slow and steady — maybe that’s the trick to life.
Just breathe it in, take the good as it comes,
Leave the rest behind, let the quiet run.
I don’t need much anymore,
Just a warm little body and a tail on the floor.
Sunshine and daisies run through my mind like crazy —
When I’m lost, she finds me again.
She’s laughter and quiet, a storm and a riot,
The kind of love that never pretends.
Yeah, she’s sunshine and daisies,
Maybe a bit of a mess — my Daisy in the daisies.
Other men hand me their numbers,
Right in front of her like it’s some kind of dare.
She just snorts like, go ahead — see who stays
When you’re broke or scared, and we’re quiet for days.
She don’t mind what I do,
Just wants dinner on time and maybe half my food.
I don’t need much anymore,
Just a warm little body and a tail on the floor.
She’s sunshine and daisies, runs through my mind like crazy —
When I’m lost, she finds me again.
She’s laughter and quiet, a storm and a riot,
The kind of love that never pretends.
Yeah, she’s sunshine and daisies,
Maybe a bit of a mess — my Daisy in the daisies.
She looks at me like I’m a painting —
And maybe that’s where she gets it.
More than most people I’ve dated,
Her tail spins like crazy when the world’s too loud.
She’s my soft kind of water nap,
Curled up in her pocket of clouds.
I don’t need much anymore,
Just a warm little body and a tail on the floor.
She’s sunshine and daisies, runs through my mind like crazy —
When I’m lost, she finds me again.
She’s laughter and quiet, a storm and a riot,
The kind of love that never pretends.
Yeah, she’s sunshine and daisies,
Maybe a bit of a mess — my Daisy in the daisies.
She don’t talk back, she don’t keep score,
She just jumps on the couch and starts to snore —
Like it’s the best place in the universe to be.

And here’s the part where I should confess:
She’s not my girl, she’s not my date,
She’s not some muse at the garden gate.
She’s my part, my little heartbeat,
My best friend — my Daisy in the daisies.