When youre just a sickly mess Youre worn and tired, and youre scared to death Well you, you can come to me And we can share a disease And talk and roll around in the debris, yeah Its easy to be disappointed When you got such high expectations And things dont always go the way you planned You say youre sorry, youre so stressed out But I dont mind you being depressed now I mean, I will try to understand Well, take me back to the overpass Well build a home in the broken glass And you, you can cover me And color what I see And together we can rest in peace, yeah I dont know my destination Just know that lifes a celebration No time for fear or hesitation now But sometimes I get lost and lonely And I could use you here beside me To help to guide me, help me find my way And you, my greenhaired girl You, my greenhaired girl
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