End Of Fashion counting your friends

Well I say just what I feel
Well I pray to God that we're the only ones
Who ever give a damn
So that's what you think
Well I'm counting my friends
And I say I do all right
Well I pray to God the only opposite you got
A one, two, three, four, your friends
Counting your friends
Uh oh well it's not like that
Well it happened once again
I'm freaking, oh my God
And I say I do okay
Well I pray to God the enemy watches
As we fuck
Doesn't bother me, count your friends
Well I say I do all right
[Unverified] count your friends
Uh oh, well, it's not like that
Well, it happened once again
I'm freaking, oh my God
Ooh but she's okay
'Cause she's coming my way
I guess I'm okay
But I got nothing to say
Where we met just the the other day
Yes, well, I come home, I come home
I'm going home again
Well, it's not like that
Well, it happened once again
I'm freaking, oh my God
Ooh but she's okay
'Cause she's coming my way
I guess I'm okay
But I got nothing to say
Where we met just the the other day
Yes, well, I come home, I come home
I'm going home again