When you were here before couldn’t look you in the eye.
You’re just like an angel, your skin makes me cry,
You float like a feather in a beautiful world.
And I wish I was special, You’re so fucking’ special...

But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here.

I don’t care if it hurts, I want to have control,
I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul,
I want you to notice when I’m not around.
You’re so fucking’ special, I wish I was special...

But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here.

She’s running out again, She’s running out,
She’s run run run running out...

Whatever makes you happy, whatever you want.
You’re so fucking’ special, I wish I was special...

But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here, I don’t belong here...


Radiohead