In way too deep and out of ideas, I can be your brainchild
I could be your bonfire and you could be my ship out at sea
So If you’re hopeless and beat, lower than your feet
Help someone who’s close, could be me, right? Who knows?
The brine is finer than wine but be careful not to drink too much
But I’ve been thinking of you and how to improve
I’m on the beach reading a book
If you fear you’ve had enough of that salty stuff
Or up to your neck or down on your knees
A watch I don’t have to wind
What is that feeling of pride when you throw your coin in a beggar’s cap?
Whoa, I could be your bonfire and you could be my ship out at sea
Look, I’m not after your charity

And my dear I don’t want you pleased with yourself

’Cause I’m in a fix, your heart is a tool
You could be my handout and I’d be your good deed for the day
’Cause there are remains on the bottom of that cup
One more time, I could be your boyfriend
I really want to find your missing piece
If you promise to take care of me
Lost in a page, lost for an age

And you can pretend not to know me
And make it mine, all mine, all mine, oh

Selfless acts are quite selfish when you think about ’em like that

I want a puzzle I don’t have to beat