Don't take it the wrong way But I don't want to hold your hand
When I hear myself say it out loud It doesn't make any sense
No, I don't want to hold your hand
I don't like my space
You wish me good morning Then I just disappoint again
It's not that I'm upset, I swear I'm just as confused as you
A harsh surface but I'm cashmere
Why don't I like my space?
I guess I don't like my space
I can barely express my love
All it really comes in black
Sorry, sorry I don't like this body
I don't like my space
I guess I don't like my space
I guess I don't like my space
I guess I don't like my space
