Heaven Help You

You know how to make me forgive you,
With all of the little things you do.
But tell me are we really doing this again?
Is this our chance of having a happy end.

High risk.
High reward.
Losing you was something I just could not afford.

So now we’re back.
And we’re talking.
Now it’s seems that my boat is rocking.

Heaven help you.
Heaven help you.
Heaven help you.
You need it more than I do.

If you’re a nice cocktail then I’m just a glass of dirty bong water.
But what happens when you find the cure,
And it turns out to give you something that’s much worse?

Heaven help you.
Heaven help you.
Heaven help you.
You need it more than I do.

Heaven help you.
Heaven help you.
Heaven help you.
You need it more than I do.