| Writing out letters that I’ll never even send
|
| Drinking black coffee and chain smoking cigarettes
|
| I’m a shade of off white
|
| I’m not quite there yet
|
| Sometimes I think I should sleep around
|
| And collect all the towns spit in my mouth
|
| Your words in my head
|
| I’m blushing red at all you’ve said
|
| And I’m such a clown
|
| From making out to down and out
|
| I don’t need this
|
| Fuck it, I’m out
|
| You pulled me in just to push me out
|
| I can’t get your bottom lip out of my mouth
|
| I’m a shade of dark blue
|
| I’m bruising quickly over you
|
| Sometimes I think we should just chill out
|
| And spend every night glued to my couch
|
| I don’t need more ammo to write another panic song about
|
| And I’m such a clown
|
| From hanging out to kissing now
|
| I could use what you’re about
|
| When you hurt, I hurt to too
|
| And that probably sounds crazy because I just met you
|
| But, when I looked straight at your eyes
|
| Mine dilated twice their normal size
|
| You smoke like you now what you’re doing
|
| So, I’ll pretend I know too
|
| I wish it would start raining
|
| So I could walk and talk and get soaking wet with you
|
| And I’m still in shock that we even talk
|
| I’m still in shock |