Details in the Fabric (feat. James Morrison) - 2023 Remaster

Saved message:

Hey, what's up? Uh

I lo-, I just lost it

It finally hit me, I flipped 'em off

I just blew up, fuck it

My whole entire fucking apartment building

I told everybody to go fuck themselves

The whole, ah

I'm having a hard time hangin' on today

And, uh, fuck, I dunno

Calm down

Deep breaths

And get yourself dressed

Instead

Of running around

And pulling on your threads and

Breaking yourself up

If it's a broken part, replace it

If it's a broken arm, then brace it

If it's a broken heart, then face it

And hold your own

Know your name

And go your own way

Hold your own

Know your name

And go your own way

And everything

Will be fine

Hang on

Help is on the way

Stay strong

I'm doing everything

Hold your own

Know your name

And go your own way

Hold your own

Know your name

And go your own way

And everything

Everything, it will be fine

Everything

Are the details in the fabric?

Are there things that make you panic?

Are your thoughts results of static cling?

Are there things that make you blow?

Hell, no reason; go on and scream

If you're shocked it's just the fault of faulty manufacturing

Everything will be fine

Everything in no time at all

Everything

Hold your own

Know your name

Go your own way

Hold your own (are the details in the fabric?)

Know your name (are there things that make you panic?)

Go your own way (are your thoughts results of static cling?)

Hold your own (are the details in the fabric?)

Know your name (are there things that make you panic?)

Go your own way (is it Mother Nature's sewing machine?)

Hold your own (are there things that make you blow?)

Know your name (hell, no reason; go on and scream)

Go your own way (if you're shocked it's just the fault of faulty manufacturing)

Everything

Will be fine

Everything in no time at all

Hearts will hold

New message:

Yo, what's up, man?

I, uh- I dunno, man

I just wanted to say that, uh

You know, everything's cool with me now

I mean, everything -thing will always be funky

Can't stop being funky

But it's, uh, I guess, just, um

You just deal with it how it comes

You deal with the humps; take the jumps

I feel like you're an island of reality

In an ocean of diarrhea

And I love you, buddy

Okay, bye