All My Friends

I think my jokes are going over your head
I'm mingling with the crowd and I got my teeth clenched
And tiny little visits to the restroom that's my ploy
It's like Clark Kent's phone booth for self loathing boys like me

I don't really know
No, I don't really know what I'm doing here
Feels like my mom and dad taught me better than this
But I'll give it a go
And you know you gotta let me know
If I talk too much
I'm just so in love
For about another half an hour

I need you
I need all my friends
I need two, three, four
All my friends
I want to thank you
'Cause you treat me like I do belong
I need you
I need all my friends

Pitta's stoned, he forgot he wrote a song
And I'm keeping up the pace with my Remy to keep moving things along
And a tiny little voice says I better be going home
But not quite yet cause I'm really really in my zone

I don't really know
No, I don't really know what I'm doing here
Feels like my mom and dad taught me better than this
But I'll give it a go
And you know you gotta let me know
If I talk too much
I'm just so in love
For about another half an hour

I need you
I need all my friends
I need two, three, four
All my friends
I want to thank you
'Cause you treat me like I do belong
I need you
I need all my friends

So happy I got you
You always get me through
'Til the end of the party
The residue is glowing on my suit
And I don't want to be rude
But I need you, love, just one more time
Just one more time
Just one more time
Just one more time

I need you
I need all my friends
I need two, three, four
All my friends
I want to thank you
'Cause you treat me like I do belong
I need you
I need all my friends



Credits
Writer(s): Collin Idzikowski, Costa Carlos, Frederick Shands
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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