Thanks for Reaching Out

It's an effed-up world, girl
That's the truth
But in this effed-up world, girl
You're living proof
We're still in with a shout
Thanks for reaching out to me
When I feel under threat, now
I do the best I can
To try not to forget
How lucky I am
In this world of doubt
Thanks for reaching out to me
Let's take these down with it
This is my mixtape, my romantic gesture
A dozen red roses left on your doorstep
This is my balcony scene, my drunken tattoo
My heart-shaped balloon, my graffiti on a factory wall
This is my Taj Mahal, my Albert Memorial
My hanging gardens of Babylon
This is my long and winding road, my God only knows
My Up the Junction
Typed out on a bus and sent from my iPhone
The world is such a mess, girl
I'm just another clown
But I will do my best girl
Not to let you down
I think we're in with a shout (shout)
Thanks for reaching out to me
To me
To me
To me