Kissing darker days
I need somebody to pick up the phone
A naked body to not feel alone
‘Cause I’m way too young to be feeling this
Feeling this, feeling this, feeling this, feeling this old
Every night, I pray
I need a preacher to come save my soul (I need a preacher to come save my soul)
I’m pretty sure it’s already been sold (I’m pretty sure it’s already been sold)
Swapped at the pawn shop and bought it
And bought it, and bought it, and bought it, and bought it for gold
It’s kinda hard to be my friend
The drama queen who thinks the end
Is on the other side of every night
Why am I like this?
It’s kinda hard to be my friend
The drama queen who can’t pretend
That everything is fine when it’s not
Why am I like this? Oh, oh-oh
Take the pain away, take a Tylenol
Paracetamol, fucking take ’em all
With a lemonade on a summer’s day
In the cooling shade, but I’ll find a way
To rain on the, rain on the, rain on the, rain on parade
I do it over, and over, and over, and over again
It’s kinda hard to be my friend
The drama queen who thinks the end
Is on the other side of every night
Why am I like this?
It’s kinda hard to be my friend
The drama queen who can’t pretend
That everything is fine when it’s not
Why am I like this?
Why, oh, why?
Why am I like this?
Why am I like this?
Why, oh, why?
Why am I like this?
Why am I like this?
Woah, oh-woah