I've got a thought that should be brought to the police   Here is the thing, I wanna bring you to your knees   I'm jealous of your friends and of your enemies      And I feel overweight and underage   You can't compete with the wars I wage   And I, I overdo, I'm all over you   I never knew where to take it to   And I feel overweight, I feel underage      It's never random, I always land on a Brandon Walsh   You've got it made, you're getting paid, you've got no flaws   And that is why you have me trying to break your balls      I can get so childish   I can get so lost   And every time I deny this   It's at a bigger cost   But then it's like I'm forced      Come back to me again   Come back to me again   I only need a friend   This time I don't pretend