On a friday he's crying,
Saturday he's whinning and by sunday he can't eat
Then the computer dings
He sees me and the picture is a clearview
And he wont stop till I'm there
Cry with me
He cries so hard he can't hardly catch his breath
I hope it lasts

Oh.. seems like he can finally cry his arm someting fake,
He hates the way that feels,
Oh, its as if I know him better then he ever knew himself,
He hates how you can tell,
All his peaces
The peaces of him,

He's moddy, he's messy, he gets restless,
And he's speachless
How I never seem to care,
When he's angry I listen
Make him happy it's my mission
And I won't stop till he's there
Fall sometimes he falls so slow
When he hits the bottom leedge I'm all he has

Oh.. seems like he can finally cry his arm someting fake,
He hates the way that feels,
Oh, its as if I know him better then he ever knew himself,
He hates how you can tell,
All his peaces
The peaces of him,

How do I know everything he's about to say
Is he the obvious and is it written on his face
He wishes it'll go away... yeah

On a friday he's crying, on saturday hes whinning,
In to my arms so he can breathe

Oh.. seems like he can finally cry his arm someting fake,
He hates the way that feels,
Oh, its as if I know him better then he ever knew himself,
He hates how you can tell,
All his peaces
The peaces of him,

Oh.. seems like he can finally cry his arm someting fake,
He hates the way that feels,
Oh, its as if I know him better then he ever knew himself,
He hates how you can tell,
All his peaces
The peaces of him,

Oh.. seems like he can finally cry his arm someting fake,
He hates the way that feels,
Oh, its as if I know him better then he ever knew himself,
He hates how you can tell,
All his peaces
The peaces of him,