Lyrics:

I spend a lot on all the clothes that i got
'cos all the geeks that i meet
they all look cooler than me
for what to do when they're all looking at you
'cos your the freak of the week
'cos your on the tv

can you make me a promise
stop it before we begin
will you hold onto my hand
if i ever lose it again

i got a shrink i swear he's elvis i think
he wears the coolest suede shoes
when i come in with the blues
he thinks its all about culture and art
but the truth of it is that it rips me apart

can you make me a promise
stop it before we begin
will you hold onto my hand
if i ever lose it again

tell me you're sold out
tell me you're sold out go ahead
tell me you're sold out
tell me you're sold out go ahead

I spend a lot on all the clothes that i got
'cos all the geeks that i meet
they all look cooler than me
for what to do when they're all looking at you
'cos your the freak of the week
'cos your on the tv

can you make me a promise
stop it before we begin
will you hold onto my hand
if i ever lose it again

can you make me a promise
stop it before we begin
will you hold onto my hand
if i ever lose it again

tell me your sold out
tell me your sold out go ahead
tell me your sold out
tell me your sold out go ahead

can you make me a promise
stop it before we begin
will you hold onto my hand
if i ever lose it again