Looks like you're still getting used to Being fully grown I know it's hard to slow down when There's still more to go Maybe it's just how you're treated Not something you know Only so much you can explain Over the phone So I'm coming to you Can I get your permission To lay underneath you? Not a special occasion I just had a feeling Wanna ask how you're doing And mean it, I mean it Willow, don't cry, don't cry Willow, don't cry, Willow Willow, don't cry, don't you Willow, don't cry, don't cry Willow, I'll cry, Willow Willow, I'll cry for you Don't have to use your own tears Just to grow your own limbs Just keep your passion for flowers And it'll patch over youth And there's a whole lot of rain But there's a hole in the roof That makes it easy to swim in a bad attitude So I'm coming to you Can I get your permission To lay underneath you? Not a special occasion I just had a feeling Wanna ask how you're doing And mean it, I mean it, oh Willow, don't cry, don't cry Willow, don't cry, Willow Willow, don't cry, don't you Willow, don't cry, don't cry Willow, I'll cry, Willow Willow, I'll cry for you