Blue - The Wicked

It isn’t possible, but hey it ain’t impossible.

I am impossible, but oh do I love you.

You make me feel like I’m okay,

I see a black cloud heading, but you’re blowing it away.

You make it possible, you know that I’m impossible.

You’re like a popsicle on the way to the hospital.

Whoa, baby call an ambulance,

I’m dying for you like I’m an addict.

Oh, I never really did much for you.

I never wanted to, I never wanted to.

I tried, but I never knew what to do.

And I don’t know how to fix it.

You say you don’t need help,

But I don’t seem to get it.

Oh, I never really did much.

It isn’t possible, but hey it ain’t impossible.

I am impossible, but oh do I love you.

Oh, no, get out of my face,

No I did not mean what I said yesterday.

You make it possible, you know that I’m impossible.

You’re like a popsicle on the way to the hospital.

I’m sick of living this manic life,

I’m got bruises on my hands from gripping knives.

Oh, I never really did much for you.

I never wanted to, I never wanted to.

I tried, but I never knew what to do.

And I don’t know how to fix it.

You say you don’t need help,

But I don’t seem to get it.

Oh, I never really did much.