Sick Like Me
We did some crazy things baby – when we got up
Mix and matching all day, while we're cooking it up
Forget the time babe, forget about my place
Losing track of the dime bag, dropping all over the place
Woah, woah, woah, wooo
Woah, woah, woah, wooo
Woah, woah, woah, wooo
Woah, woah, woah, wooo
How about a party, with our friends up stairs
Let's get it started right, started on two pairs
Forget the rent doll, forget about the kids now
Lets get high tonight, visit this old town
Woah, woah, woah, wooo
Woah, woah, woah, wooo
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Started Fresh start again some place clean
Some place i'll be
Some place i'll see
Some place i'll stop, stop being me
You left too soon, those pretty little stars
Your face stayed the same, but your body fell apart
But who am I kidding now, myself or was it him
I like who I am, strung out, a junky proper and prim
Woah, woah, woah, wooo
Woah, woah, woah, wooo
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
My love song sounds a lot like pain
Full of whatever i want, I got the devil in my vein
I need a friend who's hands feels like this the next best thing
I will be alone for good cuz is he sick like me.
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Started Fresh start again some place clean
Some place i'll be
Some place i'll see
Some place i'll stop, being me
Mix and matching all day, while we're cooking it up
Forget the time babe, forget about my place
Losing track of the dime bag, dropping all over the place
Woah, woah, woah, wooo
Woah, woah, woah, wooo
Woah, woah, woah, wooo
Woah, woah, woah, wooo
How about a party, with our friends up stairs
Let's get it started right, started on two pairs
Forget the rent doll, forget about the kids now
Lets get high tonight, visit this old town
Woah, woah, woah, wooo
Woah, woah, woah, wooo
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Started Fresh start again some place clean
Some place i'll be
Some place i'll see
Some place i'll stop, stop being me
You left too soon, those pretty little stars
Your face stayed the same, but your body fell apart
But who am I kidding now, myself or was it him
I like who I am, strung out, a junky proper and prim
Woah, woah, woah, wooo
Woah, woah, woah, wooo
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
My love song sounds a lot like pain
Full of whatever i want, I got the devil in my vein
I need a friend who's hands feels like this the next best thing
I will be alone for good cuz is he sick like me.
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Started Fresh start again some place clean
Some place i'll be
Some place i'll see
Some place i'll stop, being me
Credits
Writer(s): Jared Palfrey
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