Sometimes I think I know what's wrong with me
It's something buried in my mind
So I hold on the chemicals to slip out somehow from Peeping Tom
F*ck philosophical needs, I want to break free
She claims in dark she don't fear, and she likes me so bad
And I'm hopeless ditched by coming back to you
So miss, please, go straight to my lips
'Cause I'm loosing all at you
I had three friends and I had you
I got a girlfriend I got you
I got no friends still got you
It's alright
(It's alright, for me it's alright
I'll be fine, just fine)
F*ck philosophical needs, I want to break free
She claims in dark she don't fear, and she likes me so bad
And I'm hopeless ditched by coming back to you
So miss, please, go straight to my lips
'Cause I'm loosing all at you
I had three friends and I had you
I got a girlfriend I got you
I got no friends, I still love you
It's alright