Ben Kweller - Family Tree Lyrics
Bop bop.Care about the moonlightAnd holding you tightAnd asking my questions.Everyone loves a situation.Long walks on the beach.The press will impeach.Lately Im findingI am the book and you are the binding.I guess theyll read everything about you.Though the press might shoot me down Im still true.I sell my book for free. thats what you do to me.Oh, you are my family tree.Be good to meTake care of me.Bop bop.Theres hotels in the sea,Trash in the sky.,The net-dustrys growing.Stick to love songs kid, thats all youre knowing.They push you awayOr tie you up.It dont really matter.But if your head is up you wont get much sadder.But who am I to preach a word or twoWhen I cant lift my own head without you?If my mental state kept you from coming aroundI hope the world would shoot me down for losing you.A broken branch Id be if you werent 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.
