Sour

got drunk in a bar late last night

and thought about calling you

maybe were to young and dumb

to keep good love from going

sour

sour

I tried my best in our chess games

but you cut me down

I tried my best to be patient

when you were yelling so loud

oo oo pass me the sugar you

too oo sour for my taste tho

you oo tickle my tongue

too oo much will make it numb

that, San Francisco Indian summer

couldn’t stand to argue so I became a runner

was running away

feeling free in the breeze

shouldn’t have run but I was begging on my knees

to sweeten the

sour

sour

I tried my best in our chess games

but you cut me down

I tried my best to be patient

when you were yelling so loud

oo oo pass me the sugar you

too oo sour for my taste tho

you oo tickle my tongue

too oo much will make it numb