Weep if you can now, can I get some Help from an outstretched hand? There's a little bit too much romance in everyday life but I do what I can Next I go on to, things in my room White on the walls, but it's messy what do I do? Pictures I've taken, only one though, hey Ophelia how do you not show? Forest of Birch Trees, and these posters They remind me, of my holsters Right behind me, I can bolster All this rhyming, but I'm a poser Make me an individual, a feeling I've known I've felt before, yeah
I'm not obsessed with myself, no I love you People closer to me know I really do What I talk about, in my music Cuz most people with a voice abuse it I'd like to make some art and make you dance Factor some of my songs into your plans This makes me, so, so, this makes me so happy
I'm not seeking a hand out, but could I get some Help from your outstretched hand? I've been far too removed from this damn university as an estranged man In my fifth year, I am harder, so in my sixth year I will be smarter I'm here, I can't predict where I fear, of when I get there Where you can't see me, but you can hear me When I was nothing, and you came near me And this is something, I have to deal with While I am conscious, of making all this Still I get down with the times that I'm given, All smiles, no frowns, with the life that I'm living
I'm not obsessed with myself, no I love you People closer to me know I really do What I talk about, in my music Cuz most people with a voice abuse it I'd like to make some art and make you dance Factor some of my songs into your plans This makes me, so, so, this makes me so happy
All the stars in the sky, they say hi, they say hi, they say hi oh baby And they still wonder why, why we don't, why we don't, why we don't, why we don't try All the stars in the sky, they say hi, they say hi, they say hi oh baby And they still wonder why, why I don't, why I don't, why I don't, why I don't try