I didn't think I would make it,
thought everybody was against me
all those conquered eyes
and Christmases alone.I never gave an honest answer
But I need a lot of angry organs.
Are we copacetic? Are we behaving now?
Filling up on endless enzymes
From other people's ugly insidesAll this bitterness is starting to grow cold
Accompanies an empty evening, hanging
onto complications
Sometimes quicksand has a massive appeal to me
I want to be somewhere elseI think I can figure it out, but I'm gonna
Need a little help to get me
Need a little help to get me.
I think I can figure it out, but I'm gonna
Need a little help to get me through it
To get me through itI always knew I had the answer
But I never understood the question
Indoor living
Lacerated to the boneAnd now we've realigned the edges
I'm doing very well I thank you
All this sympathy is starting to wear me downI wish I was someone else
I think I can figure it out, but I'm gonna
Need a little help to get me
Need a little help to get me.
I think I can figure it out, but I'm gonna
Need a little help to get me through it
To get me through itI'll try to work this out
I'll try to get it on
I'll tryI like to tell you that I'm ready
For whatever's coming
But to be honest there's a part of me
That loses controlI like to tell you that I'm ready
For whatever's coming
But to be honest there's a part of me
That loses controlI think I can figure it out, but I'm gonna
Need a little help to get me
Need a little help to get me.I think I can figure it out, but I'm gonna need a
Little help to get me
Need a little help to get me.I think I can figure it out but I'm gonna
Need a little help to get me
Need a little help to get me
Need a little help to get meNeed a little help to get me through it.
