| I wanna change the channel |
| But I keep losing my remote |
| It’s like my favorite show’s on |
| I can predict your every joke |
| My friends think that I am lucky |
| But I bet that you don’t know |
| That I don’t really think so |
| Chick flicks and breadsticks |
| No, we don’t have to say a thing |
| I like when you’re holding my hand |
| But I don’t feel nothing |
| And do I really love you? |
| I should really love you |
| I’m like a bird in a cage |
| And I’m going, «Cuckoo, cuckoo» |
| I know that I can escape |
| But I don’t wanna hurt you, hurt you |
| Do I really love you? |
| Do I really love you? |
| I’m like a bird in a cage |
| And I’m going, «Cuckoo, cuckoo» |
| I know that I can escape |
| But I don’t wanna hurt you, hurt you |
| Do I really love you? |
| And do I really love you? |
| I think about the break up |
| Sometimes I wanna pack my shit and run |
| It’s like a trip to Vegas |
| Will I regret it when it’s done? |
| It’s like my heart is burning |
| So I overdose on tums |
| Maybe something’s wrong with me |
| Maybe something’s wrong with me |
| Maybe something’s wrong with me |
| Maybe something’s wrong |
| Chick flicks and breadsticks |
| No, we don’t have to say a thing |
| I like when you’re holding my hand |
| But I don’t feel nothing |
| And do I really love you? |
| I should really love you |
| I’m like a bird in a cage |
| And I’m going, «Cuckoo, cuckoo» |
| I know that I can escape |
| But I don’t wanna hurt you, hurt you |
| Do I really love you? |
| Do I really love you? |
| I’m like a bird in a cage |
| And I’m going, «Cuckoo, cuckoo» |
| I know that I can escape |
| But I don’t wanna hurt you, hurt you |
| Do I really love you? |
| And do I really love you? |