Nothing Is Easy

Oh the weeds of my head, I'm combing them down.
The shiny brown shoes, arriving again, I guess, arriving again, I guess.

And she's a regular broad alone in her room.
You're right, I'm there too, arriving again, I guess, arriving again, I guess.

Oh.

It's easy to see why you know where I am.
I run on my tiptoes to find you again, and I will, and I will.
The scratch on my back means you know where I am.
I run on my tiptoes to find you again, and I will, and I will.

Oh.

Well nothing is easy. Don't you know nothing's not the easy way out?
Well nothing is easy. Don't you know nothing's not the easy way out?
Well nothing is easy. Don't you know nothing's not the easy way out?

Oh me in my bed and you in the ground. You're lying there still, arriving again, I guess, arriving again, I guess.

It's easy to see why you know where I am.
I run on my tiptoes to find you again, and I will, and I will.

Yeah. Yeah