Detail in the Fabric
Jason Mraz
(Parlé:) Hey, what's up…Uh, I just lost it, at the end of the day I fucking lost it, I just blew up. My whole entire fucking apartment building. I told everyone to go fuck themselves. I just had a hard time today and uh, I don't know… Calm down deep breaths and get yourself dressed instead Of running around and pulling all your threads sayin' breakin' yourself up. If it's a broken part replace it. If it's a broken arm then brace it. If it's a broken heart then face it. And hold your own know your name and go your own way Hold your own know your name and go your own way And everything will be fine Hang on Help is on the way And stay strong I'm doing everything Hold your own Know your name And go your own way Hold your own Know your name And go your own way And everything, everything will be fine Everything Are the details in the fabric are the things that make you panic Are your thoughts results of static cling. Are the things that make you blow hell no reason go on and scream If you're shocked it's just the fault of faulty manufacturing Everything will be fine Everything in no time at all Everything Hold your own Know your name Go your own way Hold your own (Are the details in the fabric) Know your name (Are the things that make you panic) Go your own way (Are your thoughts results of static cling?) Hold your own (Are the details in the fabric) Know your name (Are the things that make you panic) Go your own way (Is it Mother Nature's sewing machine?) Hold your own (Are the things that make you blow) Know your name (Hell no reason go on and scream) Go your own way (If you're shocked it's just the fault) (Of faulty manufacturing) [Bridge: Jason Mraz and James Morrison] Everything will be fine Everything in no time at all Hearts will hold (Parlé:) Yo, what's up man? I, uh, I don't know, I just wanted to say that, uh, everything's cool with me now. I mean, I just think, I think I'll always be funky, can't stop being funky, but I guess we just deal with it how it comes, deal with the humps, take the jumps. I feel like you're an island of reality in an ocean of diarrhea. And I love you buddy. Ok. Bye