Michael - Emily Kinney

I never could believe in God

But always willing to give it a shot

If there is such a thing as magic human souls

Well, then mine looks a lot like Michael

Yes, my soul looks a lot like Michael

Manhattan baby, drop-out, drug abuse

Naively feel I’ve walked around in his shoes

He looked so thirsty when my heart is full

So, I pour every drop out to Michael

Yes, I pour out my soul to Michael

Oh, San Francisco savior

Do you remember me?

In a backseat on a golden bridge

Kissing

Let’s forget about the tears I’ve cried

And let’s hold on to that first night

Under the table he took my hand

We sat across from the Green Day band

All of those boys, but I could only see his face

Think how me and Michael, we are just the same

Yes, me and Michael we are just the same

I might’ve had a boy, and he a girlfriend

But on nights like those nights, rules always bend

I’d give up anything to feel understood

I’d give up anything to feel understood

I’d give up anything to feel understood

I’d give up and run away if Michael would

Oh, San Francisco savior

Do you remember me?

Oh, San Francisco savior

Berkeley’s been breathing

Oh, San Francisco savior

Please remember me

In a backseat on a golden bridge

Kissing

Let’s forget about the tears I’ve cried

And let’s hold on to that first night