Problems to mend

There was once a boy born in 89
only seventeen and every reason to scream,
not a beautiful child, he looks pretty dull,
with every reason to scream,
every reason to scream

He looks up in the sky,
Too many crows in his eyes,

Too many letters in hand and no one understands

Not many will

There was once a girl born in 87

she’s on her way to heaven.

Hooks up and she breaks up hooks up and she breaks up,

again and again all over again and again.

She looks into his eyes,

she doesn’t think he tried,

too many problems to mend, too many feelings to blend,

oh she never will, she never will, she never will.

And I don’t know what to do so I’m just playing this tune

And I don’t know what to do so I’m just playing this tune

figure it out for me someone just figure it out for me
figure it out for me someone just figure it out for me

And this was the story,

of love, hope and Glory,

that no one understands,

that no one understands

They don’t seem to like it