Optiganally Yours - Held lyrics

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