I met a girl today
Her hair smelled like lemonade
Something sweet, yeah something sour
Something that would turn kings into cowards
But she ain't different, no, she's just the same
She likes secrets, she wants my pain
So I asked her out
We had nothing to talk about
It was no secret one had to whisper
I think I kinda dug her sister
I asked my friends; "What the hell happened to me?"
They say "Hey, man, you're just the same"
I'm not singing for you
You think I'm telling when I'm not telling the truth
Dopesick, tongue tied, blood-letting blues
I'm not singing for you
I saw my old lady down at the grocery store
I said "Who you buying them groceries for?"
She said, "It ain't your business no more!"
"I don't care; what's his name?"
She says "Baby, you just got yourself to blame."
I shut up, I just got sick
I feel hell much more than shame
I say out loud, " I just got myself to blame!"
Like I was singing, I'm not singing
I was never singing for you
My tongue coiled strictly for you
It pierced my lips as it shot from my mouth towards you
Your flesh swelled up and turned purplish blue
Stuck in your neck; trembling, blood-clotting bruise
I saw you last night at the bar we used to visit
Drinking with some prick, though you would never, admit it
And though I agree with you, I should be committed
Though I'd never admit it, yeah I'd rather be committed to:
White walls, no-hope nightmare delusions of you
I'm gurgling backwards, shape-shifting fluids for you
A wasp swarm fills up the cathedral in June
I'll flood your wedding day romantically removed from the truth