Killed by a Flower

She was always taken for someone famous Or somebody else whose got their life together Daisy was a genius in waitress disguise She spoke of New York, Vegas Or use a French word, and flirt for my attention Did I mention, that I was in love Back home, my mother told me That Daisy was a poison or just some floosie user A confuser But how could she know That my girl was a flower, a lover The kind of sunrise that every midnight recovers Rediscovers, and then you sleep with a smile And I didn't want to leave her But this blind man couldn't see her She just took my love And since, nobody's seen her I got killed by a flower I got taken by a waitress who was pouring it on I was weak in the knees Just I wasn't that strong enough to see That the flower's killing me With my intuition in remission I gathered my guitar, got into my car And left town for New York I couldn't let Daisy go I drove like a demon throught Cleveland With images of her walking New York streets in my rear view Then my tape deck blew But my mother's words sang on And I know I should have let go But I couldn't live my life and not know If she ever loved me at all I got killed by a flower I got taken by a waitress who was pouring it on I was weak in the knees Just I wasn't that strong enough to see That the flower was killing me I got killed by a flower Got taken by the colors and the sweet perfume I was barely a man outside the bedroom I couldn't see The flower was killing me Time Square scare Where's Daisy going I searched for days in cafes, cliches Nobody will ever know just where I've been I got drunk till I made a scene I slept on the village green She was gone, I was wrong For chasing a dream I climbed on the top of the Empire State Building And screamed I've been living on Grove Street For three years, waiting on tables Writing my songs And the city turned out better, Better than I planned But it took a Daisy obsession And a couple more things that I don't have the pride to mention To keep my good intentions from a jaded soul You know I heard she was out in Vegas At the Palace as a cocktail waitress And she never loved me at all I got killed by a flower I got taken by a waitress who was pouring it on I was weak in the knees I just wasn't that strong enough to see That the flower was killing me I got killed by a flower Got taken by the colors and the sweet perfume I was barely a man outside the bedroom I couldn't see The flower was killing me