Culture Abuse Goo
[Verse]
Wish I could ride a bike
I'd ride it home to you
'Cause lately all my insides feel like goo
Wish I knew all the right words
I'd sing 'em all to you
Maybe it would help what we're going through, alright
[Chorus]
If I could pick you up and dust you off
I'd hold your hand when things got rough
Every step, going lick for lick
I'm coming home
[Verse]
Wish I could ride a bike
I'd ride it home to you
'Cause lately all my insides feel like goo
Wish I knew all the right words
I'd sing em all to you
Maybe it would help what we're going through
[Chorus]
If I could pick you up and dust you off
I'd hold your hand when things got rough
Every step, going lick for lick
I'm coming home
