Jason Mraz - We Sing. We Dance. We Steal Things.

Details In the Fabric (feat. James Morrison)

Saved message
Hey, what's up? Uh
I lo-, I just lost it
It finally hit me, I fucking lost it
I just blew up, fucking-
My whole entire fucking apartment building
I told everybody to go fuck themselves
The whole, ah, I'm having a hard time hangin' on today and uh
Fuck, I dunno

Calm down
Deep breaths
And get yourself dressed
Instead
Of running around
And pulling on your threads and
Breaking yourself up
If it's a broken part, replace it
If it's a broken arm, then brace it
If it's a broken heart, then face it

And hold your own
Know your name, and go your own way
Hold your own
Know your name, and go your own way
And everything will be fine

Hang on
Help is on the way
Stay strong
I'm doing everything

Hold your own
Know your name, and go your own way
Hold your own
Know your name, and go your own way
And everything, everything will be fine
Everything

Are the details in the fabric?
Are there things that make you panic?
Are your thoughts results of static cling?
Are there things that make you blow?
Hell, no reason, go on and scream
If you're shocked it's just the fault of faulty manufacturing
Everything will be fine
Everything in no time at all
Everything

Hold your own
Know your name, go your own way
Hold your own (are the details in the fabric?)
Know your name (are there things that make you panic?)
Go your own way (are your thoughts results of static cling?)

Hold your own (are the details in the fabric?)
Know your name (are there things that make you panic?)
Go your own way (is it Mother Nature's sewing machine?)
Hold your own (are there things that make you blow?)
Know your name (hell, no reason, go on and scream)
Go your own way (if you're shocked it's just the fault of faulty manufacturing)
Everything will be fine
Everything in no time at all
Hearts will hold

New message
Yo, what's up, man?
I, uh- I dunno, man
I just wanted to say that, uh
You know, everything's cool with me now
I mean, everything -thing will always be funky
You can't stop being funky

But it's, uh, I guess, just, um
You just deal with it how it comes
You deal with the humps, take the jumps
I feel like you're an island of reality in an ocean of diarrhea
And I love you, buddy
Okay, bye

Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Dodd Wilson, Jason Thomas Mraz
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