frankie when you coming home frankie it s no fun to be alone i thought you were my best friend don t wanna rain on your parade i just want to see you happy i wonder who s in your gang remember when you told me you would come back around we could spend our time pretending that we own this shitty town checking out boys playing basketball bouncing balls around checking out girls playing volleyball bouncing balls around look inside old closets see who didn t come out get all the weed of your father s fridge watching bad tv i know it sounds strange but thats what you mean to me frankie when you coming home frankie it s no fun to be alone heard you changed your name again to something that makes you feel good a reflection to those days when you were hardly understood i know you want to make it do better than your folks but recession knocked your passion pack your shit and come back home like a dozen nails on a foot getting pedicure creeping down klump avenue north hollywood watching youtube videos on your pc cosmetology choreography i know it sounds strange but thats what you mean to me  i put my head on the pillow i think you re ok i wonder how you re doing what you re doing with your days a gente costumava se encontrar 3 da manh sem hora pra voltar agora as madrugadas esto vazias fico olhando pro teto at o meio dia eu e voc voc e eu se lembra aquela vez que o pau comeu embaixo do minhoco sem voc no tem mais emoo volta pra casa volta pra mim frankie a minha saudade no tem mais fim frankie when you coming home frankie it s no fun to be alone frankie when you coming home frankie it s no fun to be alone