The boy has got too many big ideas
Well as long as Georgia stays right here
Just like everyone else
I feel like you just wanna save me from myself
But I don't need your help
I just need my cold designers
I just need my flat liners
With their golden chains around my throat
And you just wanna save me from myself
But I don't need your help
I'm on my way to what I want
And all you have is all I've got to call my own
But didn't they say 'you won't find God
So come back soon my love'
Didn't they say 'go find help
In yourself'