(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
It takes some getting used to
I'm used to having you to
Run to, sing to, amuse you
And yeah I'm confused to
I know I'm bad
But I know I ain't that
I know that I have used you
Some would say abuse to
I know that I pollute you
Only when you leave
Do I choose
Change view
For you
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
But you seem so much number
Has life been such a bummer?
I'm drowning in confusion
And you stuck ya eyes closed
Oh it's a comfort when you find me with a blindfold on
I think I'm don fo haven't felt that in so damn long
It sounds like a bad poem
A love song
With the wrong sound
Don't fill that hole
When you want a lilac
Got a pastel
And you feel no hope
Don't you pass that phone just f*cken pick it Up what's wrong wit you
I saw it
I want it
I'm cautious
I thought it would take less
Just hurry up and take it
My heart won't dare break it
Has seen much worse
It don't care how late it gets that call
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
She's number
She's bummer
But nothing wants to make me say I don't wan her
(Yeah, yeah)
Your tears will be warm
Each one bigger than the last
A great big shadow cast
Oh please don't be so crass
What I've been looking for I have
Woah woah
Woah woah
Your getting too personal
You haven't been reimbursed at all
What's the point in pursuing all?
This? what is this?
You're cursing yourself
You're cursing yourself
(Woah, woah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Woah, woah)
(Where the f*ck?)
(How the f*ck?)