Oh, I must be seeing blind Oh, my, my, you just took me by surprise And I can't believe my eyes Oh no, now you're too good to be all mine Now I'm looking in your eyes I have seen, seen it all in paper dreams Watched it unfold on the screen But I never

Ooh ooh oh-oh I keep seeing visions of you Visions of, visions of you I keep getting stuck in this day Stuck in this déjà-vu You're a mirage It's all in my mind 'Cause now I'm under your spell Even in my darkest hour

It's got to get better in a little while. Don't you know what's wrong with me? I'm seeing things I don't want to see. Sniffing things that ain't no good for me. I'm going down fast, won't you say a prayer for me? The sun's got to shine on my guitar

Baseball cap and flannel arms Dancing with a voodoo doll Sweat rolls down the old guitar Seeing things the way they are A crooked look lay on his brow Beside a wisecrack whiskey mouth Tip up the bottle and pour him out Here he is again

Makes me sing oh oh oh oh And this world would change a lot about you baby if it could, but I'm looking through the glass that I'm seeing through I wouldn't change a thing about, a thing about you Because you're perfect girl oh oh oh oh And every little

It's got to get better in a little while. Don't you know what's wrong with me? I'm seeing things I don't want to see. Sniffing things that ain't no good for me. I'm going down fast, won't you say a prayer for me? The sun's got to shine on my guitar

And all my friends say I started shooting doubles When you walked in All my friends say I went a little crazy Seeing you with him You know I don't remember a thing But they say I sure was raising some cane I was a rock star, party hard

It's got to get better in a little while. Don't you know what's wrong with me? I'm seeing things I don't want to see. Sniffing things that ain't no good for me. I'm going down fast, won't you say a prayer for me? The sun's got to shine on my guitar

Light it light it, puff it puff it, pass it, pass it I've been puffing, rolling up Cop a lot and pourin' up Plus my niggas know the plug A generation's thrown on drugs Don't give a fuck about your man I'm just seeing what it's hitting for (Bitch I'm

I'm sipping pink, Lucozade We're blazing on that new found haze I'm seeing in the blacks and grays, I'm Hoping that the basket sways Left to right Sit and talk shit all night Does that make it right for so Maybe, or am I just seeing shit? Seeing the pain