Pat we need your brains back
Pat we need your fi-re
and your i-ma-gin-a-tion
Pat we know you fucked up
but we don't care you fucked up
eve-ry-bo-dy's fucked up
Thought I heard your voice the o-ther night
And sure e-nough it came from you
Thought I'd be sur-prised
That you weren't dead but all I was was glad
Just sit-ting by your bed and talk-ing to your head
And hear-ing what you said as if you'd ne-ver left
Can't you see your-self yet
Can't you see through our eyes
Can't you see the tru-th
No-thing's worse than ne-ver
Fall-ing in a dream's where
We can see to-ge-ther
Saw you the o-ther night, have to sa-y
Some-thing was-n't right
Of course but I did-n't mind
Cuz see-ing yo-u be-ing all a-live
Just wal-kin in the room made me so re-lieved
Like eve-ry-thing was fine and you had ne-ver died
Or se-cond guessed your mind or gave up on our trust
Thought you'd gone too far for us to take you back
But dis-tan-ces like that, Pat don't e-xist in fact
