​get well soon ​gnash (Ft. ​phem)

[Chorus: gnash and Liphemra]
I'm assuming we're wounded together forever
I want you to get better
I'll be your band-aid
I'll be your band-aid
I'm assuming your bruises could mean you're into cruising
And I don't really do this
But I'll be your band-aid
I'll be your band-aid

[Verse 1: gnash]
Will you fix me with your heart of gold?
My angel is a centerfold
And she comes with paper cuts and all
But she’s just what I've been looking for
Will you be my little quick fix?
‘Cause I just dealt with sick shit
My last thing ended quick, quick
So I've got no one to sit with
And I was wondering if you were wanting to come through
Do you?
I don't need you, you don't need me
I let you know before you leave
That all I need's a bag of weed
Just something chill, some company
When everything gets serious, I just get delirious and blue
You say you do too
So let's patch up all our problems
With band-aids and some shots of whiskey or some wine
Or whatever we've got lots of
‘Cause we’re both going through it, so we should probably do it
I know the day you leave me will be better off
Believe me