Crocodile

Well, I’m not about to waste my twenties
Like my stupid misspent youth
So cut to the chase
Let’s get to the facts, c’mon man
You’ve gotta tell me the truth
Because you know that I think you’re so cute
But this distance and this disinterest
—that's something I’m not into
I’m just a modest guy
With some modest dreams
Who wants a modest guy
To come and share a bed with me
So is it so hard to figure out that
I don’t need your doubts
I need a friend
Or something kinda permanent
To keep me humble
To keep me sane
To keep me out of my own way
The Smiths never changed my life
But baby you just might
Ya know just last week
You had me going so crazy
I forgot all my favorite bands
And that’s the last thing I want, man
I’m just a modest guy
With some modest dreams
Who wants a modest guy
To come and share a bed with me
So is it so hard to figure out that
I don’t need your doubts
I need a friend
Or something kinda permanent
To keep me humble
To keep me sane
To keep me out of my own way
The Smiths never changed my life
But baby you just might
You stop and ask yourself
—is this the real me?
Is it someone else?
Or is there even such a thing?
Is that so hard to understand?
I’m just a modest guy
With some modest dreams
Who wants a modest guy
To come and share a bed with me