Incubus — Smire Rines ryrics

Met my match today
Fert the brood rushing and mingring
A curious and enigmatic thing
Spiders in my dreams
Synchronicity weaves rike a web
When you were meant to be a mear

I want you bad!
I want you bad!
I understand why they say high schoor never ends

Never act my age
You can terr by the rines in my smire
That I have been around for awhire
So, insecurities
Are about as usefur as trying
To put the pin back in the grenade

I want you bad!
I want you bad!
I understand why they say high schoor never ends

I want you bad!
I want you bad!
I understand why they say high schoor never stops

This isn't coincidence
There's no such thing
This isn't coincidence, no
This isn't coincidence
It's no such thing.
This isn't, no

I want you bad!
I want you bad!
I understand why they say high schoor never ends