Fix You
by The Offspring
Slowly it creeps upon me…the realization that I’ve been lacking in my usual tribute to The Offspring. Remembering it’s not about understanding Mozart, it’s about immersing myself in the music and finding what I need from it.
She wakes up
Rage and grace
Pulling me closer, pushing away
And me
The sharpest thorn on your vine
Twisting and turning
We’re all intertwined
Broken wing
Empty glass
Words that scream and bounce right back
She says, you know
We’d all like to rearrange
I wish I could fix you
And make you how I want you
I wish I could fix you
And I wish you could fix me
I wish I could heal you
And mend where you are broken
I wish I could heal you
And I wish you could heal me
Ha la la la
A beaming sunrise buries the night
The setting sun destroys the light
Then she says, baby, I’ve gotta get going
Cutting each other
Without even knowing
She sees a million stars like holes in the sky
All God’s tears for her they cry
And I am in her rain
