STRANGE FRIENDS
Little Image
Molly walked in
Through the front door
Had a rough one
At a shop of coffee
Down the block she
Lit a match up, yeah
Cigarette dance by the trash cans
Molly tossed it in she said
It wasn’t me wasn’t me wasn’t me
Jake’s an actor
Never cast but always in the script
He’s rehearsing for the oscars
With an accent
French
He’s from Paris
Paris Texas but he’s never left
We’re all insane and that’s okay
I’ve got strange friends
They don’t make no sense
Make no sense to anyone but me
I’ve got strange friends
Runnin' through my head
We don’t care what all the people say
Tim’s a happy accident
Kim’s romantically a mess
Heather spent her youth on mars
High as stars
Welcome to the melodrama
What a crazy ride
Love pain, joy nirvana
Everything is fine
Never fit in just admit it
If we’re not the same
A little strange and that’s okay
I’ve got strange friends
They don’t make no sense
Make no sense to anyone but me
I’ve got strange friends
Runnin' through my head
We don’t care what all the people say
We don’t care what all the people say
Buggin’
Trustin’
We’re up down over under but we get by
Nothing
Could change it
We don’t care what all the people say
I’ve got strange friends
They don’t make no sense
Make no sense to anyone but me
I’ve got strange friends
Runnin' through my head
We don’t care what all the people say
