Broken-Hearted Janitors - For You lyrics

rate me

You're stuck in bed

And you can't move

The stress is killing you

And now it's real

I wrote this for you

With nothing to prove

When you were hurt

I wanted to help you feel

I'm giving you something to use again

Something that proves I'm a friend

It's a little something i wrote myself

A mix tape lying on your shelf

You fell to the ground

And the pain hit your mind

The loss started killing you

And you were out of time

You recovered slowly

And began to unwind

You fell into my open arms

Well, that's not a crime

I'm giving you something to remember me

Something that shows that I won't leave

It's a little something I thought up alone

Listen in, don't hang up that phone