Never had the right kinda love

The thought never crossed my mind
To do it, to even think it, let alone try
To leave my heart, my soul, in the reflection behind

Psycho bubblegum
Bubblegum pop
Never did have the right kinda love
Was never in the right kinda scene
What would you make of my life
As an outsider looking in

Psycho bubblegum
Bubblegum pop
When I'm up there looking down from above
It happens all the time in then same fucking dream
You have a self-medicated smile
As an outsider looking in

Sometimes I just have to catch my breath
Frosty walks with the lonesome air
By the windy river that winds
Thinking about how I'm gonna make it through the night

This life, this life
Never had the right kinda love
This life, this life
Never had the right kinda vibe