Pat we need your brains back Pat we need your fi-re and your i-ma-gin-a-tion Pat we know you fucked up but we don't care you fucked up eve-ry-bo-dy's fucked up Thought I heard your voice the o-ther night And sure e-nough it came from you Thought I'd be sur-prised That you weren't dead but all I was was glad Just sit-ting by your bed and talk-ing to your head And hear-ing what you said as if you'd ne-ver left Can't you see your-self yet Can't you see through our eyes Can't you see the tru-th No-thing's worse than ne-ver Fall-ing in a dream's where We can see to-ge-ther Saw you the o-ther night, have to sa-y Some-thing was-n't right Of course but I did-n't mind Cuz see-ing yo-u be-ing all a-live Just wal-kin in the room made me so re-lieved Like eve-ry-thing was fine and you had ne-ver died Or se-cond guessed your mind or gave up on our trust Thought you'd gone too far for us to take you back But dis-tan-ces like that, Pat don't e-xist in fact