Lyric Family Tree

Bop bop.

Care about the moonlight
and holding you tight
and asking my questions.
Everyone loves a situation.

Long walks on the beach.
The press will impeach.
Lately I m finding
I am the book and you are the binding.

I guess they ll read everything about you.
Though the press might shoot me down I m still true.
I sell my book for free. That s what you do to me.

Oh, you are my family tree.
Be good to me
Take care of me.

Bop bop.

There s hotels in the sea,
Trash in the sky.,
The net-dustry s growing.
Stick to love songs kid, that s all you re knowing.

They push you away
or tie you up.
It don t really matter.
But if your head is up you won t get much sadder.

But who am I to preach a word or two
when I can t lift my own head without you?
If my mental state kept you from coming around
I hope the world would shoot me down for losing you.
A broken branch I d be if you weren t grown to me.

Oh, you are my family tree.
Be good to me.
Be good to me.
Be good to me.
Take care of me.

Bop bop.