I found my fickle friend out in the alley way.
He said "You don't look so good."
I said "Hey, Doug, that's great."
He started practicing, I never got to note.
So lets shake and trade and be on our way.
Let's go go go.
So here we are again, inside your neon shrine.
Sharing a chopping block beneath embarassed light.
That tries to hide from us, it tucks itself away.
So we both grab hold and say "No you don't."
Just stay, just stay.
The morning's hot and harsh.
My notebook fills itself.
The words come thick with sweat.
But it feels like someone else
is writing all of this.
Someone I just can't believe
When i mop my brow, set my pen back down. Still me, still me.
And I'm grabbing at a feeling now
that i can't ever name.
Some sign posted to remind me
how I wanted things this way.
She says "It's pretty but you hate yourself."
I can hear her clear as day.
And I say "I sing like this,
it sounds worse than it is."
I'm okay, okay.
I'm okay, okay.
I'm okay, okay.
I'm okay, okay.
So just stay, just stay
So just stay, just stay
I'm okay, okay.
So just stay, just stay,
just stay, just stay.
Ohhhhh, Whoaa, Whoa oh oh
Ohhhhh, Whoaa, Whoa oh oh
Ohhhhh, Whoaa, Whoa oh oh
Ohhhhh, Whoaa, Whoa oh whoa.
Oh Whoaa, oh Whoa.
Oh Whoaa, oh Whoa.
Oh Whoaa, oh Whoa.
Oh Whoaa, oh Whoa.
