You were hanging off of me

Like I was a Christmas tree

They clique of rats, they will come back

And steal your comfort blanket, leave you mousey

If you ever need to feel better about yourself

I'm doing nothing else

I don't want to be here

I can't always be fair

Take the hard out my heart

Wash the blood out your hair

I'm not trying to resist

I nod and follow using your identikit, lickety split

Then I miss the point and I keel over

Now that's all over

Oh when your tongue touched mine

I felt like a balloon

I hadn't been that high

Since 2002

Is it there for me? (Is it there for me?)

Is it there?

Is it there for me? (Is it there for me?)

Is it there for me?

HAPPY