I'm broke but I'm happy I'm poor but I'm kind I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah I'm high but I'm grounded I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed I'm lost but
when all you need is a knife It's meeting the man of my dreams And then meeting his beautiful wife And isn't it ironic, don't you think A little
I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey Hidden in the bottom drawer I don't
What's the matter Mary Jane, you had a hard day As you place the don't disturb sign on the door You lost your place in line again, what a pity You
to you There's no love no money no thrill anymore There's an apprehensive naked little trembling boy With his head in his hands There's an underestimated and impatient little
Do I stress you out My sweater is on backwards and inside out And you say how appropriate I don't want to dissect everything today I don't mean
I had no choice but to hear you You stated your case time and again I thought about it You treat me like I'm a princess I'm not used to liking that