My Fender Strat sits all alone collecting dust in the corner Haven't called any of my friends I've been MIA since last December My BlackBerry's filled up with email Phone calls go straight through to voicemail 'Cause on the street or under the covers We're stuck like 2 pieces of Velcro At the bar in the back of my car It don't matter what I do, no I can't keep my hands off you There's fungus growin in the ice box all I got left are Fruit Roll Ups My clothes are 6 months old but I don't care no no no I don't notice My bills pile so high it is shocking The repo man just keeps on knocking Sorry to all my friends And to anyone I offend But I can't help it Can't keep my hands off