Lyrics:

Frankie, when you coming home?
Frankie, it’s no fun to be alone
I thought you were my best friend
Don’t wanna rain on your parade
I just wanna see you happy
I wonder who’s in your gang
Remember when you told me you would come back around
We could spend the time pretending that we own this shitty town
Checking out boys playing basketball ?? balls around
Checking out girls playing volleyball ?? balls around
Look inside our closets, see who did come out
Get all the weed off your father’s fridge
Watching bad TV
I know it sounds strange but that’s what you mean to me
Frankie, when you coming home?
Frankie, it’s no fun to be alone
Heard you changed your name again
To something that makes you feel good
A reflection to those days
When you were hardly understood
I know you want to make it
Do better than your folks
But recession of ??
Pack your shit and come back home
?? on the foot getting pedicure
Creeping down an Avenue, North Hollywood
Watching YouTube videos on your PC
??, choreography
I know it sounds strange but that’s what you mean to me
I put my head on the pillow
I think you’re OK
I wonder how you’re doing
What you’re doing with your day
A gente costumava se encontrar
3 da manhã, sem hora pra voltar
Agora as madrugadas estão vazias
Eu fico olhando pro teto até o meio-dia
Eu e você, você e eu
Se lembra aquela vez que o pau comeu?
Embaixo do minhocão
Sem você, não tem mais emoção
Volta pra casa, volta pra mim
Frankie a minha saudade não tem mais fim
Frankie, when you coming home?
Frankie, it’s no fun to be alone
Frankie, when you coming home?
Frankie, it’s no fun to be alone