They’ll Like Me When I’m Sick

Lyrics

Start from the beginning Hi, my name is Mitchell Welling I'm nineteen years old, I am a musician Would you like to hear a song? Hi, my name is none of your concern Just listen and judge me for what you think I'm worth And you said, "I like the way your fingers play the chords I like the way you make me feel at home." Woah I heard you're at it again, I just called to say I never left And good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck I heard you needed some If your father could see the mess you made He wouldn't like it very much You're playing a game entitled "Hey, they're gonna like me when I'm sick!" Just don't lie in the bed you made yourself And expect me to tuck you in 'Cause I won't Because I liked the way my fingers played with yours Yeah, I liked the way you made me feel at home Woah, woah