Spending money, like I got it
Laughing and friendly, like I’m happy
Making mistakes, like I’ve got an eraser in my pocket
Searching for a band aid that’s gonna stick
Workin’ a young person’s job, like I’ve got energy on reserve
Making decisions to make things right, like it’s not gonna hurt
Taking the punches from everyone, like I know it’s what I deserve
Searching like hell for a band aid that’s big enough
Waking up each morning, like I’ve got something to look forward to
Getting through each day, like I can breathe okay
Looking for a way to fix myself, like I can unzip this skin of blue
Searching for that band aid that’s a perfect fit
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