So if I told you about every text that I've had to rewrite
A novel in notes then narrowed down less insane sounding
Mary Poppins, say what's poppin', tell me your hard times
Money problems, sad and probably wasted from last night
Take me in your arms or watch me perish in real time
I'm yours in the nighttime
And I see all colors grey and I'll never give myself away
Oh, it's so obvious in that way I don't care about a thing
Mary Poppins, say what's poppin', tell me your hard times
Money problems, sad and probably wasted from last night
Take me in your arms or watch me perish in real time
I'm yours in the nighttime
I don't care about anything
Or do I care about everything
