50mg of Hope

Written by Rick Springfield

I can't give you peace, I can't help you cope

I won't be the chair, I can't be the rope

Can't stop your slide as you slip down the slope

I'm just 50mg of hope

I can't be the memories in your head

I'm not your Christ risen from the dead

When you're cold I'm not your overcoat

When you're adrift I can't help you float

I'm a shot of whiskey as it warms your throat

And 50mg of hope

You're beautiful, the words are quicksand

You wouldn't see if you held it in your hand

A garden full of gods that kneel

Wouldn't be enough to make you feel that you're beautiful

You rise in the morning, see the same sad face

You don't see your elegance, you miss your grace

Wish I could give you some sense of hope

Show you your soul the kaleidoscope

But there's so much I can't say out loud

Cause you don't like to feel so proud

The Titanic sinks and there's no lifeboat

I won't be the ink in your suicide note

I'm a shot of whiskey as it warms your throat

And 50mg of hope

You're beautiful, the words are quicksand

You wouldn't see it if you held it in your hand

A garden full of gods that kneel

Wouldn't be enough to make you feel that you're beautiful

According to US

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