Glass Deers

I found my place in the wishing well

I found my place not feeling well

Now I'm at such great heights here

Now look at me, my dearOh, I'm fucked up

Oh, I'm fucked up

Oh, I'm fucked up

Oh, I'm fucked upI found my place in the wishing well

I found my place not feeling well

Now I'm at such great heights here

Now look at me, my dearOh, I'm fucked up

Oh, I'm fucked up

Oh, I'm fucked up

Oh, I'm fucked upHere, just right here

And it's all ahHere, just right here

And it's all, ahOh

OhAnd it's background

Describing my house

'Cause God knows,

God knows what I do bestAnd it's background

It's been upset

'Cause I know

I know what makes a manSo, I

Shoot you