Girl you're really fucking up my evening

Green clouds in the sky but why'd you breathe in?

Now I know why looks can be deceiving

But how it make you feel?

The ringer on my phone until tomorrow

I'll collect all of your clothes into a pile

Pull the plug and its right back to denial

But how it make you feel?

I get tripped up on my words

I get tripped up on my words

Can't find a cure