The barbershop way to tell someone to stop bugging

Why always so held back?
Been thinking about it a lot these days
About what blurs my way
And believing in my next of kin

So I’m just gonna wish you a better time
Just gonna wish you a better time
All of your burdens have never been mine
Could we pray for a better time?

When is it too late to be
Too late to realise what we mean to say?
Why wait another day?
I’m way too eager to weave the sun into my hair
Wrap the air ’round my finger
Don’t hold your tongue
And don’t let me linger
I’m not in the mood

I’m not gonna try to fix your way back home
Not gonna try to fix your way back home
Tell all your burdens to leave you alone
Not gonna try to fix your way back home

So pray for yourself
Pray for yourself
Pray for yourself now

So pray for yourself
Pray for yourself
Pray for yourself now

Pick your own bones now
Pick your own bones now
Pick your own bones now
Pick your own bones now