on smart days he just knows   to lock up all the doors and unplug the phone   on stupid days he decides   it would be a good idea to go outside   those are sad days when they come      he has a drink at the local bar and he tries to talk to girls   but he knows their trite polite brush-off too well   he tries to think of what "normal" people do in movies and TV   but none of those guys think like him at all      how come he's not like any of them?   I don't know   why is it so strange that some one just wants to be held sometimes   but they can't find someone to hold them      there are some days   when he thinks everything would be perfect if he fit in   those are sad days when they come      he tries the local coffee shop 'cause they're open all night long   but all the cliques and clubs there drive him mad   he watches all the scooter boys and their ugly fringe-chick girls   and prays that a great rain will come again      how come he's not like any of them?   I don't know   why is it so strange that some one just wants to be held sometimes   but they can't find someone to hold them      flowers of love   thorns of pain