Paroles
What am I gonna do?
Isn't that just jelly
All the things I've heard
Of all the things you find
I wonder if you know
I wonder if you're bitter
And all that you've considered
Might marmalade your mind.
And the toll
Will bring you down real hard
'Cause your house
Is only made of cards.
So sweet lays the dream
In the cookie jar
Where everybody is
Everywhere you are.
Remember what you did
Remember what you said
Alone and macarooned
Inside your biscuit head.
And the toll
Will bring you down real hard
'Cause your house
Is only made of cards.
What about the jam we're in?
And what about when we were friends?
I kept my cookie jar
Too high up on the shelf.
Here's what I wish for you
Here's what you must do:
Preserve yourself.
Preserve yourself.
Preserve yourself. (x10)
