Trip





Making faces from across the room 

Look at me looking at you 

What's your name, my name too 

I'm getting the chills sitting next to you 

Shake myself in your soul 

The blood in your veins 

The smell your clothes 

What am I suppose to do 

There's nothing left for me to choose 

Make my move or walk away 

Once again with out a date 

Is it me or do I smell 

I had a shower the other what the hell, is going on 

Just where do I belong 

I don't really care 



Get outta my hair, get outta my hair



Smoke my cigarettes and drive my car 

Flick your ashes on my bedroom floor 

Wear my underwear, steal my shirts 

I think it's love and then you burp 

If I died you'd probably spit on my grave

And date my friends the very next day

Your always complaining that I'm not home 

When I try to call you on the telephone 

My pants are falling my socks don't fit 

I can't seem to walk with out having to trip over you 

Just what am I gonna do 

I don't really care 



Get outta my hair, get outta my head 



What is said, what is done 

I take it on the run 

I won't apologize 

I won't be telling lies 

How could you, why would you 

Take advantage of and leave me of my love 

Then leave



Smash my windows and keyed my car 

And outta the blue you send a birthday card 

What's a man suppose to do 

When all I get is grieve from you 

Playing games and trashin' my 

Who could it be 

Hopefully nobody for me 

I don't really care 

Get outta my hair