Pun Letra

And the long sleeve shirts I wear almost every single day
Would become constant
So no one would be blinded by my dry and untanned skin

Because nothing is perfect but all of you
And you are everything that I'm not

And the gloves that I would wear
Would be my leather drummers gloves that are now torn to shit
I'd sew them up and then they would hide the last bits of my hands
And the pants that I would wear
The would be so long that they would go underneath my shoes
And the pants that I would wear
They would be all torn up inside like you

Sweet Jesus Christ, why wont you ever let me be a happy boy?
We brought in our new born baby and now he's old beyond his years
So I've got a few things that I would love for you to fix
And those things are called my tiny heart and mind
So I'll go to my house and put on everything plus more
And you can have my stuff
Goodbye, goodbye