Stuck

You're stuck sippin' on ice

Living on luck and you think it's all nice

You're stuck sippin' on ice

Living on luck and you think it's all nice

You're stuck sippin' on ice

Living on luck and you think it's all nice

You're stuck sippin' on ice

Living on luck and you think it's all nice

You're stuck sippin' on ice

Living on luck and you think it's all nice

I mimic all of your silly flaws, thinking "knock it off,"

I'm a living individual

Might as well have forgot about all of us, you forgot it all

Give it all the time,want it on the fly, flying me 'round and around 'til we found more

Something like that. How many mistakes over something like that?

You're stuck sippin' on ice

Living on luck and you think it's all nice

You're stuck living on paper dolls, middle finger up 'til you're all strung up on the wall

I'm done waiting on you to run, my little finger and your thumb

You're not quite there to me

Sitting in the shower, my head on my knees

Simmer down, help me out, talk to me

Naked, let the cold water run over me. (Yeah.)

Bring it up, trick it out, finding out I miss you

Drop it off, pick me up, don't know how I've pissed you off

It's been eight weeks. And as of lately

I'm addicted to you like Don Gately

You're stuck sippin' on ice

Living on luck and you think it's all nice

You're stuck sippin' on ice

Living on luck and you think it's all nice

I'm living all of my livid thoughts, I can't knock it off

You're the only one I know

Sippin' on my coffee, can I get you to top it off?

It's not supposed to be cold

Give it all the time, want it on the fly

Fly me 'round and around and around, and around and around and around

And I don't want to come down to your conclusion

I don't want to find out it was only delusion

You're not quite there to me

Sitting in the shower, my head on my knees

Simmer down, help me out, talk to me

Naked, let the cold water run over me. (Yeah.)

Bring it up, trick it out, finding out I miss you

Drop it off, pick me up, don't know how I've pissed you off

It's been eight weeks. And as of lately

I'm addicted to you like Don Gately

You're stuck sippin' on ice

Living on luck and you think it's all nice

You're stuck sippin' on ice

Living on luck and you think it's all nice

But you're not quite

But you're not quite there to me

Sitting in the shower my head on my knees

Simmer down, help me out, talk to me

Naked, let the cold water run over me, yeah

You're stuck sipping on ice, living on luck and you think it's so nice

You're stuck sipping on ice, sipping on ice, sipping on ice