Vices

Saturday night
I went to a show
And I start asking where is Jane Doe?
It doesn’t matter what they say
Why I can’t get her off my way
It doesn’t matter what you say
I will always love you anyway

Anyway
Oh what a mess

Sunday morning
I woke up feeling bored
And where are you Jane love?
Well I don’t have her anyway
It doesn’t matter what I say
I’d run the world just to see your face
I want to find you all over the place

Help me, I need to get her off my mind
Help me, I need to get her off

I was diagnosed
With this passion
And I now it’s sicking my ass out
To the doctors tried to help me out

But my heart it’s cool with
Some aggression
But I was just searching for you
But I don’t have any fucking clue

Help me, I need to get her off my mind
Help me, I need to get her off

So help me, I need to get her off my mind
Tell me, I need to get her off
Help me, I need to get her off

I need to get her off
I need to get her off
I need to get her off