callin' on the other line
I'm just thinkin' all these thoughts
but I can't even read the signs
I would sell my soul for a bit more time
You stain all on my body,
You're the fuckin' acid to my alkaline
You run your middle finger,
I'm sorry there was no one to apologize
I'm so fuckin' sorry, I'm so fuckin' sorry
I've been playing somebody,
And her lipstick arithmetic didn't stick
And now I'm sick, throwing fits
And yeah, I've seen you in my head,
every fuckin' day since I left
with your hands 'round your head
And I'm down and depressed
on my chest touchin' feet
I can make you more than what you are
Come and lay the roses on the floor,
every single Sunday, don't get bored
I can give you more than what you are
Now I see you standing all alone,
the world would turn to stone
So call me stu pid, call me sad
You're the best I've ever had
You're the worst I've ever had
And that keeps fuckin' with my head
Call me stu pid, call me sad
You're the best I've ever had
You're the worst I've ever had
And that keeps fuckin' (with my head)
So call me stu pid, call me sad
You're the best I've ever had
You're the worst I've ever had
And that keeps fuckin' with my head
Call me stu pid, call me sad
You're the best I've ever had
You're the worst I've ever had
