Everyone loves a situation.
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.
There's hotels in the sea,
The net-dustry's growing.
Stick to love songs kid, that's all you're knowing.
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.