Strange Tattoos by Alex Cole

I like getting strange tattoos
that have no meaning at all.
And I like my music so loud
I can’t hear my phone to talk
And I, think about it too much,
Getting excited when we touch,
It’s just a personality,
That you bring out of me.

Baby, I’m not complicated,
Maybe, I’m too weak to say
I guess I should have known,
I’m better on my own
Baby, I’m not complicated,
I can’t see the mess I made,
I guess I should have known,
And now I know I’m better on my own.

I sold my fake ID
to the kid that lives next door.
His sister hits me up,
I don’t talk to her no more,
Cause’ I don’t give a fuck about a temporary love,
You know it’s just a personality
That you bring out of me.

Baby, I’m not complicated,
Maybe, I’m too weak to say
I guess I should have known,
I’m better on my own
Baby, I’m not complicated,
I can’t see the mess I made,
I guess I should have known,
And now I know I’m better on my own.

I’m just being
Honest with you,
There’s no way that I can justify,
Oh,

It’s infectious,
I’m just reckless,
Living in this twisted state of mind.

Baby, I’m not complicated,
Maybe, I’m too weak to say
I guess I should have known,
I’m better on my own

Baby, I’m not complicated,
I can’t see the mess I made,
I guess I should have known,
And now I know I’m better on my own.