Saint Daisy

Oh, Saint Daisy was a sweet little thing

Had a telephone smile, you could hear it ring

Had a paper heart, you could sign your name

Once the ink spilled she was never the same

Sweet tea summer and the eyes of greed

Hands getting used to taking what they need

All the telephone poles started melting in the heat

Now they don't call home no more

Ain't it a shame

I guess that pretty little flower is to blame

Should have known the way

The world likes to deal with a weed

Jack in a box and Jack on a spring

Jack knew love didn't mean a thing

Had her number dialled and her wilds tamed

'Till she couldn't even recognise the pain

Just another notch to cut in a belt

A man made more by the lies he'd tell

Oh, his spring got loose, started cutting free

And Daisy got caught where she shouldn't be

Ain't it a shame

I guess that pretty little flower is to blame

Should have known the way

The world likes to deal with a weed

But Daisy came around cause her roots were strong

Said, "Jack, I've been loving you for far too long

To give up now, no I won't leave you behind."

She took his box and his spring and she left him his mind

Buried his box where the roots don't grow

Threw his spring into the water source

And ever since then everybody knows

That the daisies run wild by the spring

It ain't a shame

They buried the one who's to blame

He should've known the way

The world likes to deal with a weed

Dig a little deeper

Oh you dig a little deeper

Oh you dig a little deeper

And Jack springs up

Dig a little deeper

Oh you dig a little deeper

Oh you dig a little deeper

And Jack's in a box