Get Well Soon It's a Mess song lyrics

Hanging round the romance section only

for hours

It seems we found a different route to hell

for us

not o become the morons that we deal with

all day

We've made a pack to stay true to ourselves

but panicked

We've got no grip, got no clue, got no golden ticket

Floating round this clutter like we've lost all gravity

Just hoping for some crutch and some depravity

Come on Phil, who wants an easy lover

for real?

We need someone to show us through the mess

we made

Now meet your fate, meet your phantom, meet your true reflection

Floating round this clutter like we've lost all gravity

Just hoping for some crutch and some depravity