I like it alot... alone in my room

I like it alot... when I can't be with you

I like it alot... I'm painting pictures in my head

I like it alot... That closed doors hold good secrets



When you can't be there

I'll play with my own hair

When you're not around to jam

I'll be a one man band

To the truths some avoid

Someone must cop

My truth is...



-CHORUS-



If you're somewhere else

I'll baby sit myself

Fly myself up to the sky

And think of you the whole time

To the truths some avoid

Someone must cop

My truth is...



Your pictures painted in my head

The door holds my secret

Cause when you can't be there

I'll play with my own hair

Thoughts of you and no one else

I'd rather baby sit myself

To the truths some avoid

Someone must cop

My truth is...



I like it alot... alone in my room

I like it alot... when I can't be with you

No, no, no, no