Creep in a T-Shirt - Portugal. The Man

I’m sorry, Mr. Policeman

If I wanted to talk I would have called a friend

Don’t worry when I get back home

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

I woke up to my glory 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

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 (Get it, get it, get it)

Is it the world I’m living in?

You don’t get it (Get it, get it, get it)

I’m just a creep in a t-shirt, jeans, I don’t fucking care

(Get it, get it, get it)

I’m just a creep in a t-shirt, jeans, I don’t fucking 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

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 (Get it, get it, get it)

Is it the world I’m living in?

You don’t get it (Get it, get it, get it)

I’m just a creep in a t-shirt, jeans, I don’t fucking care

(Get it, get it, get it)

I’m just a creep in a t-shirt, jeans, I don’t fucking care

(Jeans I don’t fucking 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

Is it the world I’m living in?

I’m just a creep in a t-shirt, jeans, I don’t fucking care

You don’t get it (Get it, get it, get it)

Just a loser in a t-shirt, jeans, I don’t fucking care

You don’t get it (Get it, get it, get it)

I’m just a creep in a t-shirt, jeans, I don’t fucking care