Feelings stupid feelings

it's getting late, it's almost four o'clock
and there's no way i can be here in the morning.
can't let the sun shine on me, leaving this house--
i know, i know i should have left the minute i felt horny.

i don't know what i want.
i don't have to tell her what i want.
but feelings stupit feelings
screaming none of us want to be alone.
i've got a stupit feeling i'm heading home

she's playing with my hair
i wish i had no hair
and i'm supposed to get her to knock it off.
i can't pretend i'm asleep
i wish i was safe in my own bed
away from the threat of love.