prelude/
You walked into the bathroom
To wash your troubles away
You always seem to go in there
about 20 times a day
I dropped you off at your therapist
Where you walked across the street
To the neon lights with the purple door
Where you passed out on your feet
Dont think that I dont see it all
The beautiful high and
the sobering fall begin
Its a kick ass day wish you were here
Send a postcard telling me
when youre here again
Cuz I cant get through to you
Theres a lot I could say
Theres a lot I could do
If I had it my way
But I dont and you do
Makes me throw up to say
that I cared at all
I gave a lot and now Im shot
And s**t like that is like sour lemonade
I tried to call you favorite bar
But I got a drunk Australian
He talked a million miles an hour
But I cant tell what hes saying
Something about a song by KISS
And how they watched you piss
yourself away
As the glass goes crashing to the floor
From the phone booth I hear more delay
Cuz I cant get through to you
Theres a lot I could say
Theres a lot I could do
If I had it my way
But I dont and you do
Makes me throw up to say
that I cared at all
I gave a lot and now Im shot
And s**t like that is like sour lemonade
interlude/
Theres a lot I could say
Theres a lot I could do
If I had it my way
But I dont and you do
Makes me throw up to say
that I cared at all
I gave a lot and now Im shot
And s**t like that is like sour lemonade...
instrumental//
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