Lyrics Portugal. The Man

Portugal. The Man

Creep in a T-Shirt

I'm sorry Mr. Policeman,

If I wanted to talk I woulda called a friend

Don't worry when I get back home

I'll just stay in bed, I'm better off alone

I wake up to my boring days

Never was a child, I was born this way

Always there but always out of place

Feels so alien

I don't know what I know

But I know where it's at

Just because I lost it doesn't mean I want it back

You don't get it

Cuz it the world I'm living in

You don't get it

I'm just a creep in a t-shirt, jeans, I don't fuckin care

Sorry but I don't recall the crime

My memory has left me behind

May have been a man, maybe a friend

Or maybe aliens

I don't know what I know

But I know where it's at

Just because I lost it doesn't mean I want it back

You don't get it

Cuz it the world I'm living in

You don't get it

I'm just a creep in a t-shirt, jeans, I don't fuckin care

It's not because the light here is brighter

And it's not that I'm evil, I just don't like to pretend

That I could ever be your friend

Cuz it the world I'm living in

I'm just a creep in a t-shirt, jeans, I don't fuckin care

You don't get it

Just a loser in a t-shirt, jeans, I don't fuckin care

You don't get it

I'm just a creep in a t-shirt, jeans, I don't fuckin care