YOU

Alright

Well if I could sell my soul
To some marketing professional
And have them turn it indie gold
Well it would never do

Cuz my life is so transgressional
So petty and so thoughtless
But none of those things seem to be true
If I'm spending with you

Well this world is just a fish tank
Full of firemen and lighters
And we're all burning down on the outside

I sleep decent hours now
And get such better grades
I'm tuning my guitar
And happy songs are all I write
Because of you, you, you, you