my source of magic

i shelter myself from the world in music

its my own little source of magic

sometime i feel down and nothing but a ghost

in a hospital gown but than you appear out of nowhere

it freaked me out and i did my best to try you block out

you , four times i decline but i guess you want to be a friend of mine

NOBODY WANT THAT I BEEN TOLD BECAUSE SWEDEN IS QUITE COLD

but something with you made me decide to be bald

because everyone need a friend , you the only one i had

but you scare me when you add me

then i be like whatever , rather a oops than a as if

and i think you made this year all the tears , disappear