Braids
Glass Deers
I found my place in the wishing well
I found my place not feeling well
Now I'm at such great heights here
Now look at me, my dear

Oh, I'm fucked up
Oh, I'm fucked up
Oh, I'm fucked up
Oh, I'm fucked up

I found my place in the wishing well
I found my place not feeling well
Now I'm at such great heights here
Now look at me, my dear

Oh, I'm fucked up
Oh, I'm fucked up
Oh, I'm fucked up
Oh, I'm fucked up

Here, just right here
And it's all ah

Here, just right here
And it's all, ah

Oh
Oh

And it's background
Describing my house
'Cause God knows
God knows what I do best

And it's background
It's been upset
'Cause I know
I know what makes a man

So, I
Shoot you