They'll Like Me When I'm Sick

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Hi, my name is Mitchell Welling

I am nineteen years old

I am a musician

Would you like to hear a song?

Hi, my name is none of your concern

Just listen and judge me for what you think I'm worth

And you said, I like the way your fingers play the chords

I like the way you make me feel at home, woah

I heard you're at it again

I just called to say I never left

And good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck

I heard you needed some

If your father could see the mess you made, he wouldn't like it very much

You're playing a game entitled, Hey they're going to like me when I'm sick

Just don't lie in the bed you made yourself and expect me to tuck you in

'Cause I won't

Because I liked the way my fingers played with yours

Yeah, I liked the way you make me feel at home, woah