Fa La La

You're out there having fun, and I need you
I'm alone with this song about being empty
And the fear of missing out
It's hard to be alone,
Now eight miles I've walked up and down the hall
Long hall
Oh god, I miss my girl,
It's only been a night
I miss the last time that we had a fight
Isn't it sad?
Won't you say it's bad?
I don't care and if I have to
I'll read yoru books because they'll remind me of you
And I'll learn your notes so that I have a clue
And I'll watch your films, so that I know them through and through
And I'll do the things that remind me of you
And I'll wash my hair in your shampoo
And I'll buy your perfume and spary it 'round my room
And I'll smoke your cigarettes so that I'm dying too
And I call you up
Fa la la la
Fa la la la
Fa la la la
Oh, am I sane?
Am I sane?
Am I sane?