Smile (feat. Sara Bareilles)

When you came to me in a dream last night and asked me
 Did I get your letter, how am I?
 Well, I'm holding on tight and yes
 I've been better, I've been better
 'Cause the truth is I know you saw my words
 And stuttered and stammered for a while
 Truth is I know you saw my words
 And confrontations not my style, so
 You could call me cruel
 And you could call me weak
 But I'll just sit here and break
 And you'll just sit and
 Smile, smile
 Smile, smile
 When you came to me again last night
 And asked me
 Did I get your letter, how are things?
 They're not the same
 They're not the same since it changed my name
 You could call me cruel
 And you could call me weak
 But I'll just sit here and break
 And you'll just sit and
 Smile, smile
 Smile, smile
 And I've no words to add
 No words to take away
 No words to add
 No words to take away
 These words
 Are all the words I have to say
 So smile, smile
 Smile, smile
 Oh smile, smile
 Smile, smile