Finn: I don't understand Marceline!
I tried everything, I guess she just doesn't like me
Marceline: Shh! Come on, Finn
A brain lord like Bonnie, you'd be bored with her in a week!
Marceline: And anyway, I for one think you're pretty great

It's 4 am
I'm thinking bout' that cigarette
I left on the hood of your car
I could use it right now
Tell me why

Do I stay up all night
Writing songs for pretty girls
Who don't quite deserve my heart right now
I hope that you wake up
And you go outside
And look up at that big blue sky
And know you're alright
And if that stupid guy

Is holding you in his arms tight
You remember that cold cold night
Where I just held you till you felt alright
I got a bunch of new clothes
And it reminds me of the way you dress

And I still have that shirt of yours
I bet you want it back right now
And those drawings of my old face
And my stupid old name

I think I threw them away and I regret it right
I hope that when you wake up
And you go outside
You look up at that big blue sky

And know you're alright
And if that stupid guy
Is holding you in his arms tight
You remember that cold cold night
Where I just held you till you felt alright
Felt alright
Felt alright