Split lip

Cried from the summer breeze

It's been a dry spell

Since late January

Now you're upset

Just a little bit

But you can't blame it for everything

Break down

On a serving dish

It gets tight wound

Every time you leave

Now you're fucked up

Just a little bit

But you can't tell if it's permanent

Lay your cards on the table

Sign your soul to a major label

It doesn't always work out

All that you ever wanted

Every time that you ever bought it

Suddenly it's dry

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Cut off

Waiting to state your piece

You get dragged down

'Til you're on your knees

And it's fucked up

That's how it is

You're beginning to live with it

Lay your cards on the table

Sign your soul to a major label

It doesn't always work out

All that you ever wanted

Every time that you ever bought it

Suddenly it's dry

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah