Asking 4 a Friend

I’m just asking for a friend But it’s good to see you, good to see you again Is it the same stuff you had last time? It really made me lose my mind I think it’s suspect you ever feel lonely at all You’re faking You’re faking the fall Ooh You’re not sentimental, but I’ve seen you cry In the hotel room when were high So why do I feel so exposed? When I’m the one who’s more composed If memory’s selective And pain is all relative It only sinks in when you’re above it, dear I think it’s suspect you ever feel lonely at all You’re faking You’re faking the fall (?) flowers plastered on the wall And expose a mirror (?) Ooh