Lilo

Lovesick boy prays in my bedroom at night

Says he worships something godlike

His hands make a steeple, asking to be forgiven

Patron saint of making war within

And I'll cut my hair if it's the only thing

I haven't tried changing

I'll be your wish, I'll be your well

I'll be your little miracle

You're changing for the better

Open a window, I'm finding it

Harder to breathe

Summer's on its deathbed and you've no

Time to grieve

Said you know how to smoke weed, you're writing bad poetry

Sing it again, play it again

That song that's about me, baby, please hold me

Kiss me goodnight, kiss me goodbye

And I'll cut my hair if it's thе only thing

I haven't tried changing

I'll be your wish, I'll bе your well

I'll be your little miracle

You're changing

For the better

You're changing

For the better

If I had wings, I'd cut them off

Give them to you if you asked

If I had wings, I'd cut them off

Give them to you if you asked

If I had wings, I'd cut them off

Give them to you if you asked