I'd rather be in bed with Freddie, Ralph and Lou
Than be stuck in here, doing whatever it is I'm supposed to f*cking do
Can hardly count to two without missing you
We try our best to blend in but it never works
You just laugh cause I opt for a wig and a woman's shirt
My brain it is broken
But it's still good
I'd do anything for you, and I know you would to
Now I'm back in bed- just me and Ralph- no Lou
So I move around the furniture there's nothing else to do
So I drive to work with Loudon
Singing "Missing you"
We try our best to blend in but it never works
My heart it bleeds profusely under ironed shirts