Lyrics:

I didn't think I would make it,
thought everybody was against me
all those conquered eyes
and Christmases alone.

I never gave an honest answer
But I need a lot of angry organs.
Are we copacetic? Are we behaving now?

Filling up on endless enzymes
From other peoples' ugly insides
All this bitterness is starting to grow cold

Encompanies an empty evening
Hanging onto complications
Sometimes quicksand has a massive appeal to me

I want to be somewhere else

I think I can figure it out,
but I'm gonna need a little help to get me,
need a little help to get me
I think I can figure it out, but I'm gonna
need a little help to get me through it
To get me through it

I always knew I had the answer
But I never understood the question
Indoor living
Lacerated to the bone

And now we've realigned the edges
I'm doing very well I thank you
All this empathy is starting to wear me down

I wish I was someone else

I think I can figure it out,
but I'm gonna need a little help to get me,
need a little help to get me
I think I can figure it out, but I'm gonna
Need a little help to get me through it
To get me through it

I'll try to work this out
I'll try to get it on

I like to tell you that I'm ready (I'll try to work this out)
For whatever's coming
But to be honest there's a part of me (I'll try to get it on)
That loses control [x2]

I think I can figure it out,
but I'm gonna need a little help to get me,
need a little help to get me

I think I can figure it out,
but I'm gonna need a little help to get me,
need a little help to get me

I think I can figure it out but I'm gonna
Need a little help to get me
Need a little help to get me
Need a little help to get me

Need a little help to get me through it.