Whole lot of things to say but I can't seem to hold on Moved away, it pulls me back to what I miss Like talking, talking, talking to the mad queen About emotional evolution
Well, I do what I do and I don't need you to tell me What's in and tell me who's cool I've got no money left and the mean world around me And I don't need that girl to watch TV with She's just the same girl over and over and over
And you can go back to your boyfriend Half of this is me and I'm not sure who the other Is she maybe came from all of you This house is warm, I think I'll take a nap just like freewheel Freewheel