I sit in this hospital
For someone else that isn't me
Instead, for someone finally trying to be
The person that's underneath all of those bottles
We thought you'd scream and fight
Instead it was almost like we had reached
Your destination of the beach
As we pulled in you freaked
A little about the record
And what they would think of you
You, black pants and no shoes
Really, though -
Who could not respect
A young man standing tough
In the waiting room of an emergency room
Finally accepting help
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
I sit in this hospital
For someone else that isn't me
Instead, for someone finally trying to be
The person that's underneath all of those bottles
We thought you'd scream and fight
Instead it was almost like we had reached
Your destination of the beach
As we pulled in you freaked
A little about the record
And what they would think of you
You, black pants and no shoes
Really, though -
Who could not respect
A young man standing tough
In the waiting room of an emergency room
Finally accepting help
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