get well soon (feat. Liphemra)

I’m assuming we’re wounded together forever

I want you to get better

I’ll be your band-aid

I’ll be your band-aid

I’m assuming your bruises could mean your into cruising

And I don’t really do this

But I’ll be your band-aid

I’ll be your band-aid

Will you fix me with your heart of gold?

My angel is a centerfold

And she comes with paper cuts and all

But she’s just what I’ve been looking for

Will you be my little quick fix?

‘Cause I just dealt with sick shit

My last thing ended quick, quick

So I’ve got no one to sit with

And I was wondering if you were wanting to come through

Do you?

I don’t need you, you don’t need me

I let you know before you leave

That all I need’s a bag of weed

Just something chill, some company

When everything gets serious, I just get delirious and blue

You say you do too

So let’s patch up all our problems

With band-aids and some shots of whiskey or some wine

Or whatever we’ve got lots of

‘Cause we’re both going through it, so we should probably do it

I know the day you leave me we’ll be better off

Believe me

I’m assuming we’re wounded together forever

I want you to get better

I’ll be your band-aid

I’ll be your band-aid

I’m assuming your bruises could mean your into cruising

And I don’t really do this

But I’ll be your band-aid

I’ll be your band-aid

We’re moving so fast

And you’ve got your past

We’re not built to last, this too shall pass

But all good things end eventually

I’ll wish you the best when you leave my bed

You came like you left

It’s on to the next

‘Cause all good things end regretfully

I’m assuming we’re wounded together forever

I want you to get better

I’ll be your band-aid

I’ll be your band-aid

I’m assuming your bruises could mean your into cruising

And I don’t really do this

But I’ll be your band-aid

I’ll be your band-aid

Maybe one day or someday we could cop a one way

See you on the runway

I’ll be your band-aid

I’ll be your band-aid