Tuesday's Too Late - Rootbeard Float

Pick up your head

I can't stand the way that you won't find one good thing about your life
And I don't understand how the world can seem so depressing through your eyes

Open your eyes you've got more than you know
Stand up look around this is a far as it goes
Take a breath and relax it's not as hard as you thought
Nothing can change until you give it a shot

You take all of your blessings and count them as a curse
If you would only realize it could be so much worse
I wish you'd pick your head up and maybe then you'd see
Come on you've got your friends man
What more could you need

Pull yourself together pick up your head
One thing I've learned from you so far, it's not that bad

I've never met someone who puts on a front like you
You have so many problems
No way they can be true
You just want some attention I can already tell
What makes you so damn special
Kid, get over yourself

You take all of your blessings and count them as a curse
If you would only realize it could be so much worse
I wish you'd pick your head up and maybe then you'd see
Come on you've got your friends man
Thats all i'll ever need

Written by:
Andrew DeRosa, Brandon Reno, Doug Kirkwood, Jimmy Kotoff, Mark Haney

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