Don't talk about the weather
I wanna know what makes you sick (Know what makes you sick)
Tell me 'bout your sneezes
Your coughs and your diseases
We'll find common ground
In the aches that get us down (In the aches that get us down)
In the aches that get us down
I'm getting better
I'm getting worse
Would you hold me please
Yossarian?
Well I cut my hair
And I stopped my meds
'Cause I could not conquer
My split ends
I would do absolutely anything to feel
New again
To feel new
I feel new again!
I'm getting better
I am getting worse
Would you hold me please
Yossarian? (I'm cold)
This is my handle
And this is my spout
These are the words
That fall out of my mouth
Paper planes off my tongue
Words run black with ink
You promised I wouldn't feel a thing
And these are my friends (Badadada-da-da)
And these are my fears (Badadada-da-da)
Holding my hands (Badadada-da-da)
Whilst I'm close to tears (Badadada-da-da)
Together we can figure it out (Badadada-da-da)
Together we can figure it out (Badadada-da-da)
Together we can figure it out, out! (Badadada-da-da)
I'm getting better
I am getting worse
Would you hold me please
Yossarian? (I'm cold)
I'm cold, I am cold
I am cold, I am cold
I am cold!
(Ah fuck!)
I'm getting better
I am getting worse
Would you hold me please
Yossarian? (I'm cold)
