I am a white tee
You tie dye me until I'm blue
I take it lightly
Guess that's what love will make you do
But your words, they stain my enthusiasm
I can't blame how you were raised
But I'm too far from
Spending six more months wondering when I'll break through to you
I'm not too sweet on feeling used
I'm better off just losing you
Dote on me nightly
Under rain I fade into you
Forget all my needs
Guess that's what love will make you
That's what love will make you do
But those words, they stain my enthusiasm
I can't blame how you were raised
But I'm too far from
Letting your pale hands drain me of all my last youth and navy hues
I'm not too sweet on feeling used
I'm better off just losing you
(I'm losing, I'm losing you)
