Sugarwater

Hated to be alone

More than anything

Won't real, I don't write music alone

I always write music and right in front of people

Right at 'em

Just to impress 'em or something, to see

I think that's why

I write in the first place

To just be like

"Look, look what I can do."

Face down in the sink

I found you there

Puking in your sleep

Ever get a sinking feeling

That there’s a secret

You’re concealing?

Well, I guess we oughta get you into bed

No, we don’t wanna miss out on the rest

Underneath a sinking ceiling

Do you keep on getting

This unappealing?

Well you don’t, don’t gotta know

What you don’t wanna know

When they’re on to you

You just move on to

A new doctor

Who’s sharing medicine

To put it off a little

Bit longer, yeahhhh

Bide your time-release

Sink your bitter teeth

You sweet, sweet talker

(Drink your sugarwater!)

It started as a

A hold-your-breath contest

But heart doesn’t beat cardiac arrest

Can’t you tell a

A shrink your feelings?

Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing

Too revealing

Like you don’t already know

Oh you already know-ooh-whoa

When they’re on to you

You just move on to

A new doctor

Who’s sharing medicine

To keep us up a little

Bit longer, yeahhhh

Beta-block it out

Wet that cotton mouth

You sweet, sweet talker

(Drink your sugarwater!)

No, no, no, 'cause nothing is wrong

Bop shoowop, bop shoowop shoowan (drink your sugarwater)

No, no, no, nothing is wrong

Bop shoowop, bop shoowop shoowan, no, no, no

Now it’s a Butcher Boy song

Bop shoowop, bop shoowop shoowaaaaan

Drink your sugarwater, baby!

Bop shoowop, bop shoowop shoowan

No, no, no

Ain’t you a sweet talker?

But a hack of a hypochondriac

Oh you’re such a hack

Of a hypochondriac