Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Sick Stomach Ache (Sugar Coated Accident), artist - Bowling For Soup. Album song A Nice Night for an Evening, Vol. 2, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 19.12.2019
Record label: Brando, Que-So
Song language: English
Love Sick Stomach Ache (Sugar Coated Accident) |
I woke up today. |
That was my first mistake. |
Woulda been better off |
In the middle of a dream |
I was havin’bout a brighter day. |
Yesterday, I gave my heart away. |
By the middle of the day, |
You could search for a sucker |
and buy it now on ebay. |
Hold your head up and face the day. |
Seems like everybody’s got a way |
to say «I'm doing OK.» |
I’m OK as long as you’re happy- |
Without me. |
Without my hand- to hold. |
Without my jacket- to keep you warm when you’re cold. |
Oh yeah you’re cold. |
Popsicle lovin, pie crusts, |
Promises, ice cream kisses |
That I’m really gonna miss you. |
Smithsonian, peppermint, |
Sugar coated accident, empty locker, cavity, |
And now we’re just history. |
And this is all I ever wnated. |
I can take the heartbreak. |
Can I get something for my lovesick stomache ache? |
I threw up today. |
I kinda sorta prayed |
To go back in time and rewrite these lines |
But I’ll settle for a Bloody Mary. |
«What's that?"you say. |
You say you’re not so OK. |
Looin down from the top of a 30-foot drop. |
That’s exactly what you wanted. |
Hold your head up and face the day. |
Seems like yesterday you got your way. |
But I am doing OK. |
What’s that you say? |
You say you’re not really happy without me. |
Without my hand- to hold. |
Without my jacket |
To keep you warm when you’re cold. |
This is all I ever wnated. |
I can take the heartbreak. |
Can I get something for my lovesick stomacheache? |
And this is much more than I needed. |
(Can I have some Ginger Ale?) |
I feel the agony of the defeated. |
(Tell her she can go to hell.) |
And if you really wanna make me feel better |
Just don’t let her take the sweater |
I was wearin when I met her |
Cause I know she’s gonna say it was hers. |
But it’s mine. |
That shit is mine. |
Popsicle lovin, pie crusts, |
Promises, ice cream kisses |
That I’m really gonna miss you. |
Smithsonian, peppermint, |
Sugar coated accident, empty locker, |
Cavity, and now we’re just history. |