So you trying to do what they did. Your friends that turn to liquid. And got lost in the see. And now youâ€™re drowning me. With your talk of full eat clovers. You turn to rocks and no man. To be the ambient harm. But itâ€™s bruising your karma. Oh I wish my arms were wider. I wish that I could hide you. So you can rest and repair. Without the blanket of sorrow. The thick and the grey. Your blanket of wool. So heavy and stain. And it only weighs you down. So you thought that getting sober. Would mean your life was over. I donâ€™t think itâ€™s that bad. I donâ€™t think itâ€™s that sad. Just you sleep a little baby. Leave the world alone and later. If you wake up alive. That old blanket of sorrow. Could be feathers and down. Your blanket of wool. Would leave you alone. And I can love you till you drown. Come to me letâ€™s drown. Come baby letâ€™s drown.