You call and I can't help but answer
I've got a address book of reasons why I should cut you off
What happened to when we used to talk about the flowers
And a growth more significant than our own
constantly asking if you're feeling better
You never take advice, first hand experience dripping from these words
Guess you'll after make your own mistakes
I'm a tangled headphone cord
Getting on your nerves
Constantly asking if you're feeling better
Now I'm by your side while you struggle to sleep and refuse to eat
I'm the seventeen messages on your answer phone
Reminding you to breath
You're more of a invert than I've ever been
It took my school years to realise I wasn't weak
You've got to let go
Realise you're the gray clouds I always preach about
And the flowers struggle to grow without a helping hand