Them

Please say you're not alone
'Cause that just wouldn't be right
To leave a girl like you
Alone in town at night

The men aren't safe out here
They spit and shout and fight
It's quiet back at my house
And you can spend the night

But when I'm with my friends
I can be as sick as them
Them, them them them them

But if it's sickness, has my friends
Well, it won't be long
'Til we're all dead from it

So if you think of me
The way I think of you
Then you must love me
And this love must be true

Yeah, I like fuckin' with my head
Sometimes I like to feel
The things I make up, they
But they're better than what's real

And when I'm with my friends
I can be as sick as them
Them, them them them them

But if it's sickness, that has my friends
Well, it won't be long
'Til we're all dead from it

So if you love me
For how I see myself
You must be crazy
Or I look like someone else

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa



Credits
Writer(s): Faye O'rourke, Stephen Appleby, Dylan Lynch, Adam O'regan, Donagh Seaver O'leary
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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