Patrick's Scarf Is So Douche

Some days I’m splintering and cracking at the seams
Giving way for her to stay inside my mind and f*cking with my life
Some days I’m wide awake and ready to get out of here
When 'Pep Talk' words kill thoughts of her:
It’s not the end of the world it’s gonna be okay
And I’m still glad I know you
I’m still glad you make me sing
And if I’m not alright, then it’ll be alright
Turn it up, I don’t want to feel a thing
I don’t need anyone; just a box of records
When I’ve got no reason to go on:
I may hate this place, but I love these f*cking chords
And I’m still glad I have you
And I’m still glad to be alive
And if I’m not alright well then that’s alright
I’ve got you to save my life