Music: Amy Billings
You wake me up softly
You know I need coffee
And you're all over the days that I might need more love than usual
Our neighbours are all out the front
We know they're bitching about us
Our place last night looked like Lollapalooza
These things, they add up
And I'm scared now I'm gonna screw it up
'Cause I come from a place of turbulence
I'm a child of divorce, so of course there'll be
Things I haven't really processed yet
You're the type to help me get through it
And you know I love a Christmas tree
But you'll have to help me constantly
That's the only way you'll get to put the star on top
With me
You take me on a holiday
And I've never been so far away
You got a few spots you're excited to show me
I slipped my socks over my feet
You think it's funny that I sleep with these
I feel cold quite easily
You said, "I know you do, baby"
These things, they add up
And I'm scared now I'm gonna screw it up
'Cause I come from a place of turbulence
I'm a child of divorce, so of course there'll be
Things I haven't really processed yet
You're the type to help me get through it
And you know I love a Christmas tree
But you'll have to help me constantly
That's the only way you'll get to put the star on top
With me
Take everyone out of the room, make it easy
Face out the window if I start screaming
Move into a house with no back yard
Never have I loved anyone this hard
To hell with whatever the plans once were
We like going to England, reminds us of her
We laugh at people, if they only knew
And I know you do
'Cause I come from a place of turbulence
I'm a child of divorce, so of course there'll be
Things I haven't really processed yet
You're the type to help me get through it
And you know I love a Christmas tree
But you'll have to help me constantly
That's the only way you'll get to put the star on top
With me