Lyrics:

Count it off smart guy
Now what the hell are we doin'?
No, it can't
Eleven times a scapegoat
It? s not a hug but a choke
And you? re not what I? ve been missin?
And I? ll be damned before I listen to you
Prince-S of distress
You? re a Prince-S of distress
Everything you want
And nothing that you need
But somehow it all just fits in
I? d climb your mind just to go wishing
I guess there? s no use really? cause
? Cause there? s nothing like a real thing
Welling up in my throat
I love you, you must know
There? s not much that needs fixin?
I can? t quit when I? m addicted
I guess there? s no use really? cause
? Cause there? s nothing like a real thing
I guess there? s no use really? cause
? Cause there? s nothing like a real thing