Take a seat underneath my willow treeDonât touch your hair, nobody cares
Lay with me in this field of fantasy
Where nothingâs real, do what you feel
Chorus:
To make it better,
To make it better,
To make it better
O.C.D
Watch the stars; thereâs no oneâs thoughts except for ours
And yours are fine, so just unwind
Close your eyes, feel the wind as it drifts by
To wipe away debris from your face
(Chorus)
You fell asleep, you got up and you left me
But Iâll be here, in your conscience near
(Chorus)
