Feelings Stupid Feelings

it's getting late, it's almost four o'clock

and there's no way i can be here in the morning.

can't let the sun shine on me, leaving this house--

i know, i know i should have left the minute i felt horny.

i don't know what i want.

i don't have to tell her what i want.

but feelings stupit feelings

screaming none of us want to be alone.

i've got a stupit feeling i'm heading home

she's playing with my hair

i wish i had no hair

and i'm supposed to get her to knock it off.

i can't pretend i'm asleep

i wish i was safe in my own bed

away from the threat of love.