[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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?

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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?

[Bridge]
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

[Chorus]
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?