It's just a fantasy It's not the real thing But sometimes a fantasy Is all you need I didn't want to do it but I got too lonely I had to call you up in the middle of the night I know it's awful hard to try to make love long distance But I really needed

Fuck fake friends, we don't need 'em And I ain't got the time, money on my mind Only thing they're good for is leaving I'll say it to your face, fuck fake friends I've had it up to the ceiling Is there anybody real out here? Got my middle, middle up

Is the only reason you're holding me tonight 'Cause we're scared to be lonely? Are we both losing our minds? Do we need somebody just to feel like we're alright? Oh oh oh, oh oh oh Magnifying all our flaws And I wonder why, wonder what for Why we keep

We're wide awake but girl I wanna make you close your eyes And say my name like only you can say it and hold me tight All I need is only you and me alone tonight I wanna make you close your eyes Girl I've been waitin' on this long hard day to get over So

That ain't my baby, no, that ain't my girl Maria, why you wanna play me like that? But she talking in, and she needs to quit But never this, all I know she's not mine 'Cause she's wildin' out, what she talking about? She ain't my baby, she ain't my girl

You've given up on us Just another empty promise by those I love You've taken all I've made and all I've become Pushing me down flat on the ground trying to escape the pain I needed you to meet me half way But I'm left abandoned with nothing more to say

But you're beautiful to me Wave 'em high girl to the sky We're in the clouds Mosh pits and bare chest Stage diving sky diver Spray the crowd with cold water Now its mosh pits and wet tits I think I need a cold shower Cool waters

Don't you tell 'em Don't tell 'em You don't even Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion Girl I guess that must be you Body like the summer, fucking like no other Don't you tell 'em what we do You don't even gotta tell 'em

Ooh, God, that's the trouble with me I need the trouble with you I need the trouble with trust Ooh, God, that's the trouble with us Got me fighting naked, nothing sacred We're tearing paint off the walls It's on the edge of emotional I see that look in

You got some kind You got some kind of love Can't do this alone We need you at home There's so much to see We know that you're strong You got the will of a wild A wild bird You got the faith of a child