Oh, I
I thought I could stay high
But it's a fine line between paradise and paralysed
And sometimes, I don't even know why
I feel like I'm tongue-tied on the outside
God, I'm so tired
And you said, "You don't have to carry this around"
I said, "I'm tryna find a place to put it down"
Could it just be right here, you and me?
Don't we owe it to ourselves?
Don't we owe it to ourselves?
To be happy, happy, happy now
Oh, 'cause I don't think I am
It just keeps slipping through my hands like golden sand
Oh, my, just look at all the stars in the sky
Constellations, conversations that slow down time
And they say that life is pain, but I'm not sold
And I'll never know the meaning of it all anyway
Could it just be right here, you and me?
Mm-mm
Don't we owe it to ourselves?
Don't we owe it to ourselves?
To be happy, happy, happy now
'Cause I don't think I am
It just keeps slipping through my hands like golden sand
But I'll keep trying, I'll keep trying
I'll keep trying, I'll keep trying
Don't we owe it to ourselves?
Don't we owe it to ourselves?
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