I've got an ancient Friday night on my mind, and I don't know why
Maybe it has something to do with the way you lied to me last night
I run ahead when I see your grey clouds looming, I'm only human
I start to dread when I don't get the words that you're using, I just assume things
I'll be lonely if I have to be, I'm used to that side of me
I'll be lonely if I have to be, You can't buy love, you see
I'm silver, not gold, and you show that you know what I like. The boy treats me nice
But when I'm occupied with my poison mind, I let it go wild, wild, wild
Until I've said the wrong thing
And you start drifting, Too late to fix it
Is this a symptom of anxiety, or is there something else wrong with me
I'll be lonely if I have to be, I'm used to that side of me
I'll be lonely if I have to be, You can't buy love, you see
I'll be lonely if I have to be, I'm used to that side of me
I'll be lonely if I have to be, You can't buy love, you see
No, you can't buy. No, you can't buy. No, you can't buy love