oh, the thing that you do
you make me go ohh
with the things that you do
you do
you do
i wanted to control it
but, love, i couldn't hold it


Some days are disasters that you wish could just end
Other days are bastards, just like a bad boyfriend
But it makes me feel much worse than this to see your
face masked with a frown
I'm not telling you to smile, but don't be down
Don't be down, my friend!
Don't do your wrists any harm!
You don't belong on a funny farm
I'm not telling you to smile but don't be down


fly with the wings of an eagle
glide along with the wind
no matter how high
i'll be thinking of you the whole time



i'll pretend that my heart and my head are well
but if the blood pumping through my veins could freeze,
like a river in Toronto,
then i'd bleed please


Sometimes I think I was born backwards... you know, come out of my mum the wrong way. I hear words go past me backwards. The people I should love, I hate, and the people I hate...