So if I told you about every text that I've had to rewrite
A novel in notes then narrowed down less insane sounding

Mary Poppins, say what's poppin, tell me your hard times
Money problems, sad and probably wasted from last night
Take me in your arms or watch me perish in real time

I'm yours in the nighttime

And I see all colors grey and I'll never give myself away
Oh it's so obvious in that way I don't care about a thing

Mary Poppins, say what's poppin, tell me your hard times
Money problems, sad and probably wasted from last night
Take me in your arms or watch me perish in real time

I'm yours in the nighttime

I don't care about anything
Or do I care about everything