Grass Is Greener - Watsky

Here, take my career

Give her your health

Let me have the love you share

I’ve been alone for a long time

Picked the faint praise of strangers

Over one who truly cares

He keeps the faith in a dark room

Fingers twitching like moth wings

Hoping to matter

But he can’t see how he matters to you

You can’t drink wine or coffee

And you’re stuck with a body

That fights each small request you make

I got that brown grass dogs come pee on

Your grass so bright it’s neon

Green and tie-dye and grows a mile high

We’ll be betrayed by the seeds that we sow

Tiny blades grow and stab the earth from below

Your dying dreams bleeding out in the snow

You with the crumbling hips

She sees strangers eat oranges and clenches her fists

In these miles of highway

You’re the prettiest pileup that I’ve ever glimpsed

I’m lost in the awful withdrawals

Grass seems much greener beyond these old walls

But my worries so small

When I walk through those hospital halls

Tiny prayers you whisper to yourself (3x)