Missed the Friction

Unwrapped and bitten. An invitation to your side. I miss the friction. It's in my head, it's in your sighs. You are, you're making me mad. Afraid you've been had again. You are, you're singing so bad. You're singing so sad again. You are, you're making me mad. Afraid you've been had again. You are, you're singing so bad. You're singing so sad again. Scratch the hideous melody. Scrap all the harmonies, any. Can't help but spell it out. It's in my head, it's in your mouth. You are, you're making me mad. Afraid you've been had again. You are, you're singing so bad. You're singing so sad again. You are, you're making me mad. Afraid you've been had again. You are, you're singing so bad. You're singing so sad again. Hand up the phone, Jaded hand. Take a piece of everyone. The day is done, the bread is stale. The silence suits me that well. A bitter scale of broken trust. I found the liar in all of us. 'Cause you're better off, yeah, You're better off. And no one's starving for your company. I think a sour note is a luxury. Disinformation. Spread it and infect somebody else. Inspire nation. It's in your head, it's in yourself. You are, you're making me mad. Afraid you've been had again. You are, you're singing so bad. You're singing so sad again. You are, you're making me mad. Afraid you've been had again. You are, you're singing so bad. You're singing so sad again.