Freak Out

What if the things im thinking bout are thinking about me
Sometimes the world gets so dark and there's nothing i can see
Now tell me what's living inside of my frontal lobe
I wanna ship it away with a giant envelope

I want you to let me freak out a while

I want you to know exactly everything that i think
But if you knew if you really really knew you'd gimme something bad to drink
I wonder i wonder just where you want me to go
I hope that it is up above and not d-d-down below

I want you to let me freak out a while



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Naish
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