Whitmore Johnny Bells Greenhouse Lyrics

I know she told you everything
Before she finished me
Well you know now that it's all my fault
Please don't take it personally
I hate you and you hate me
But maybe we can sort this out

I don't know what you can say
Your own problems aren't far away
Maybe you should look at yourself

Don't stand up
Don't speak up
Don't tell me it's f*cked up now, tell me it'll never end Don't stand up
Don't shoot up
Don't tell me it's over now, just tick me to the weekend

I know she took everything
All the ganja I could bring
It's always the same in the end
You know I'll never beat on you
Maybe I can see you soon
And maybe we can still be friends