Emotional

Everybody's calling me emotional
but i can think about all those things
aliens, beers, punk songs, my job
and i still think in way to be with you

You don't know, you'll never know, how is to live
with a heart hammering inside the weekest chest
with my glasses constantly wet by my own breath
anxiety destroing me and you can be ok with that
but i'm not like you, i can't be the one who hurt some other heart.

She's calling me selfish but i want to understand
why can i be selfish if the only thing i want is see you being okey
I am human lost between anger and fear, with a love inside my head
I can not be the one who can forget
Forget everything about you