Glass Deers

I found my place in the wishing well I found my place not feeling well Now I'm at such great heights here Now look at me, my dear Oh, I'm fucked up Oh, I'm fucked up Oh, I'm fucked up Oh, I'm fucked up I found my place in the wishing well I found my place not feeling well Now I'm at such great heights here Now look at me, my dear Oh, I'm fucked up Oh, I'm fucked up Oh, I'm fucked up Oh, I'm fucked up Here, just right here And it's all ah Here, just right here And it's all, ah Oh Oh And it's background Describing my house 'Cause God knows, God knows what I do best And it's background It's been upset 'Cause I know I know what makes a man So, I Shoot you