Paper or razor blade, never give up
And just remember just to hold out more
A couple years ago
I couldn't just control that thought
You'd find me buskin' on the street
When it was cold outdoors
And now I'm sweating on the stage
With the sold out tours
Writing love songs for the sake of it
Never to make a hit

I don't ever want to be perfect,
Cause I'm a singer that you
Never want to see shirtless

It's ok to be not ok.

And they say
She's in the class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been that way since eighteen, but lately,
Her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly

The worst things in life come free to us

Women who are into Lord of The Rings & The Hobbit are, like, the coolest people in the world