The Perfect Drug

Creep

When you were here before,
Couldn’t look you in the eye
You’re just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You’re so fucking special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here
I don’t belong here

I don’t care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I’m not around
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell i’m doing here
I don’t belong here

She’s running out again
she’s running out
She runs runs runs

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong here

Written by Thom Yorke, but wish it was written by me.

I have a lot of friends, you just can’t see them!

Many, many acquaintances, but only a handful of friends. To all that I have had the pleasure of meeting and befriending, I’m sorry to have pushed you all away, I never took your friendships for granted, deep inside I felt that I was never good enough for you and would’ve probably let you down. One day we’ll find each other, somewhere, somehow and you’ll know that you were deeply cherished. After years and years of mastering the art of self-loathing, I’m evolving, change is in effect and you’re welcomed in my life. Please come in and stay a while.