Fa La La La La

You're out there having fun and I need you

I'm alone with this song about being empty

And the fear of missing out, it's hard to be alone

Now eight miles I've walked up and down the hall

Long hall

Oh God, I miss my girl, it's only been a night

I miss the last time that we had a fight

Isn't it sad, won't you say it's bad?

I don't care and if I have to

I'll read your books because they'll remind me of you

And I'll learn your notes so that I have a clue

And I'll watch your films

So that I know them through and through

And I'll do the things that remind me of you

And I'll wash my hair in your shampoo

And I'll buy your perfume and spray it 'round my room

And I'll smoke your cigarettes so that I'm dying too

And I call you up, fa la la la, fa la la la, fa la la la

Oh, am I sane?

Am I sane, am I sane?