Asking 4 a Friend

I’m just asking for a friend
But it’s good to see you, good to see you again
Is it the same stuff you had last time?
It really made me lose my mind
I think it’s suspect you ever feel lonely at all
You’re faking
You’re faking the fall
Ooh
You’re not sentimental, but I’ve seen you cry
In the hotel room when we were high
So why do I feel so exposed?
When I’m the one who’s more composed
If memory’s selective
And pain is all relative
It only sinks in when you’re above it, dear
I think it’s suspect you ever feel lonely at all
You’re faking
You’re faking the fall
Smoke flowers plastered on the wall
And I suppose I’m irrational
Ooh