Think of you a lot.
I've had sicker thoughts.
Think of you in bed
Think of you in "nots"
I hate how my plans turn into demands.
I stand accused of falling into love a little too soon,
Excuse me if I aim for the moon,
Ended up shooting myself in the foot,
I put it into my mouth felt it not feel good
I should have been your friend,
But I can't get out of bed.

Let me die in ignonimity it's how I want it to be...

So please
Drop your shrill defense.
Let me be your friend.
Oh you're just a tease.
Oh you're just pretend.
I hate how my plans turn into demands.
I stand underneath the sun and watch my good parts die,
Oh God I'm so handsome when I'm high,
Nothing's ever gonna feel as good as you again,
Guess all that means is that we can't be friends,
I should go back to bed
But I can't get out of it
Come on......

Stop the waiting, hesitating, thankless "thanking," thin ice-skating circles circling my departed parts.... I thought we had just started!
I wan't something that ain't nothing.... I wan't someone my own size falling in and out of line in a bathroom stall.

Oh I know when I've got something good: When I feel how I should, When I feel happy.
Love leaves low liars on their toes, when I'm on the phone I'm still alone.

But you could run it by another phony guy, I won't try.
I'm not hangin' up, though I'm still hung up on you.