Nothing Is Easy

Oh the weeds of my head, I'm combing them down

The shiny brown shoes, arriving again, I guess, arriving again, I guess

And she's a regular broad alone in her room

You're right, I'm there too, arriving again, I guess, arriving again, I guess

Oh

It's easy to see why you know where I am

I run on my tiptoes to find you again, and I will, and I will

The scratch on my back means you know where I am

I run on my tiptoes to find you again, and I will, and I will

Oh

Well nothing is easy. Don't you know nothing's not the easy way out?

Well nothing is easy. Don't you know nothing's not the easy way out?

Well nothing is easy. Don't you know nothing's not the easy way out?

Oh me in my bed and you in the ground. You're lying there still, arriving again, I guess, arriving again, I guess

It's easy to see why you know where I am

I run on my tiptoes to find you again, and I will, and I will

Yeah. Yeah