Pick it up, pick it all up.
And start again.
You've got a second chance,
You could go home.
Escape it all.
It's just irrelevant.

It's just medicine.
It's just medicine.

You could still be,
What you want to,
What you said you were,
When I met you.

You've got a warm heart,
You've got a beautiful brain.
But it's disintegrating,
From all the medicine.

You could still be
What you want to be
What you said you were,
When you met me.

You could still be
What you want to
What you said you were,
When I met you
When you met me.
When I met you.