Whitmore - Johnny Bells Greenhouse lyrics

I know she told you everything Before she finished me Well you know now that it's all my fault Please don't take it personally I hate you and you hate me But maybe we can sort this out I don't know what you can say Your own problems aren't far away Maybe you should look at yourself Don't stand up Don't speak up Don't tell me it's f**ed up now, tell me it'll never end Don't stand up Don't shoot up Don't tell me it's over now, just tick me to the weekend I know she took everything All the ganja I could bring It's always the same in the end You know I'll never beat on you Maybe I can see you soon And maybe we can still be friends