Me and You, We Stick Like Glue

It's funny how I find myself, more often than never
accusing you of being so damn organised and no fun at all.
You move like someone set your trial on fire
and you just have to shovel through the virtual mess
to find that pivotal pail of water that sets you free.

I'm not sure I quite understand sometimes,
and I wish you'd just let me be,
doing the things I wanna do,
just breaking all the rules.

But then, you go away...
and I feel myself missing you so much,
that I feel an emptiness right in the pit of my stomach
and I wish you were back here again.

coz I like it that you're so damn organised and no fun at all.
I like it when you move like someone set your trail on fire
coz you are my hopeless lobster,
and we're walking sideways, arm in arm.
Coz you and me, we stick like glue,
yeah baby, we sure stick like glue !