I'm wondering how things could've been

I'm happy for you, you've made it hard for me
I counted on your company, you are staying with your friends tonight
I'm feeling sorry for myself, I keep taking everything to be to be a sign

I'm happy for you but now I know this hurt is poison
Too sharp to be bled, I'm sitting on my empty bed
On my empty bed at night the fever grows it's pounding, pounding

I'd rather be in Tokyo, I'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh
Watch the Sunday Gang in Harajuku
There's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo

Scary moment and lovin' every moment, I was high from playing shows
We lost a singer to her clothes, my trouble raised its ugly head
I was revealed and I was home in bed, I was a kid again

Jesus told me, "Go after every coin like it was
The last in the world and protect the wayward child"
But I'm a little lost sheep
I need my Bo Peep, you know I need my shepherd here tonight

Breaking off this misery
I see a wildness for you and me
Punctuated by philosophy
I'm wondering how things could've been

I'd like to see you but really I should stay away and let you settle down
I've got no claims to your crown, I was the boss of you
And I loved you, you know I loved you, it's all over now

And I was there for you when you were lonely
I was there when you were bad, I was there when you were sad
Now it's my time of need, I'm thinking
Do I have to plead to get you by my side?

I'd rather be in Tokyo, I'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh
And watch the Sunday Gang in Harajuku
There's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo