Oh my God, give me some sympathy
I need some drugs, carte blanche and a little string
When no one's there I can sneak up silently
Around her neck
I can't help thinking that she's been lying to me
The burning inside don't tell me it's all in my head
That it's in my head
I should know if I'm in love, ok
Maybe you've just lost your touch
You should know that I'm in love
I need you so much closer
Hold my hand, make me feel apathy
Grab my pants, make my heart skip a beat
Only when I slip and I pull the string, I am alone
And I can't help thinking that you've been lying to me
The blood on my hands, now tell me it's all in my head
Is it in my head?
I should know if I'm in love, ok
Maybe you've just lost your touch
You should know that I'm in love
I need you so much closer
I'm on my way, don't put up a fight
58th and 9th
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home
I should know if I'm in love, ok
Maybe you've just lost your touch, so come here
You should know that we're in love
I'll teach you not to lie