Bad For You

All I do is feel bad for you I wonder how we'll make it through Cannot be a thorough coup At last wipe the beads from the glass And I only like specific things Like toast sweat marks and unprompted sings I picture all the times I watched you turn around Waiting at a table will you smile or will you frown You're not sure why you're sad Don't kill yourself You'd just kid yourself And I just really need a friend Whose not afraid to care of what it may mean or not Everyone's so guarded I see their hearts in knots And what is it that you really want 'Cuz I want love And a working set of lights