Testo Pick Your Heart Up

Your perfume lingers in my room
It's a ghost, it's a ghost, I didn't invite it to
Oh, pacing around and waiting for the pick me up
Go on, let your hair down

Thank you for nothing at all
Go cheer your heart up
You kept me on your shelf Just collecting dust
And I'm never gonna learn my lines
And I'm never gonna listen up
Thank you for nothing at all
Come pick your heart up

Pick your heart up
Go on, let your hair down

You eight-eyed freak, I'm out of here
Rolling out, rolling out of your web and I'm in the clear
Oh, set up like you're make-up at a funeral
Oh, you let yourself down

Thank you for nothing at all Go cheer your heart up
You kept me on your shelf
Just collecting dust
And I'm never gonna learn my lines
And I'm never gonna listen up
Thank you for nothing at all
Come pick your heart up

Pick your heart up
Go on, let your hair down
Pick your heart up
It's just collecting dust
Pick your heart up
Go on, let your hair down
Pick your heart up
It's just collecting dust