"Kristy, Are You Doing Okay?"

" she wakes up, rage and grace. pulling me closer, pushing away. and me, the sharpest thorn on your vine, twisting and turning; we're all intertwined. broken wing, empty glass. words that scream and bounce right back. she says, you know, we'd all like to rearrange. i wish i could fix you, and make you how i want you. i wish i could fix you, and i wish you could fix me. i wish i could heal you, and mend where you are broken. i wish i could heal you, and i wish you could heal me. a beaming sunrise buries the night. the setting sun destroys the light. then she says, baby I've gotta get going. cutting each other without even knowing. she sees a million stars, like holes in the sky. all God's tears for her, they cry, and i am in her rain. "

fix you ;; the offspring.