Twelve little words I say to you
So I’ll keep down the bitter pill
Medicine to improve the weather
Pouring down on the space you fill
It’s – it’s not that easy or that wise
To laugh as though pain won’t hurt you
Won’t hurt you
Won’t hurt you
Won’t hurt..
Make it all up the way you can
Spill the overfill to make room
End up in dregs you’re laying down in
Looking up from the dark bottom
Twelve, Twelve simple words I will convey
Twelve words that could change everything
I wake up
I wake up
Eyes open