Everything

With a head as muddled and cloudy as mine

And a heart that's winning races in record time

And a town crier who is seldom heard

Or a novel writer with no words

But every last detail, and every little problem talk

You have been everything to someone like me

You have done all the things I didn't do for you

A mind so cynical for a happy face

With sense, you'd have took my hand and left this place

Conjoined, but never on the same page

Oh would you have stuck around if I acted my age?

But every last detail talk

You have been everything to someone like me

You have done all the things I didn't do for you

Every... last detail

You have been everything to someone like me

You have been everything to someone like me

You have done all the things I didn't do for you

You have been everything to someone like me

You have been everything