Details In The Fabric (Feat. James Morrison)

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Hey, what's up? Uh, uh
I just lost it, at the end of the day
I fucking lost it, I just blew up, fuck it
My whole entire fucking apartment building
I told everybody to go fuck themselves
So, it's hard-, I just had a hard time hanging on today, and uh
Fuck it, I don't know

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 the things that make you panic
Are your thoughts results of static cling?
Are the 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
Or go your own way
Hold your own (are the details in the fabric)
Know your name (are the 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 the things that make you panic)
Go your own way (is it Mother Nature's sewing machine?)
Hold your own (are the 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

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Yo, what's up, man? I, uh
I don't know, I just wanted to say that, uh
You know, everything's cool with me now
I mean, I think, I think I'll always be funky
Can't stop being funky, but, uh
I guess, um, we just deal with it how it comes
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