Well I haven't left the house all week

The summer fades and primal is my need

I scratch the sore on my tongue with my teeth

and I wonder, is this all that it'll ever be

Oooooh

Everything do

Good enough for you

Oooooh

Or was I meant to be

Something in between

And I feel the hangover

I won't be fully sober till at least the spring

And I feel a little angry

Like getting wasted on a temporary thing

Ahhh

People pleaser you control the gun

But a friend to everyone is a friend to none

Spinning psycho see it in my eyes

And I wonder every day if I did everything right

Oooooh

Everything I do

Good enough for you

Oooooh

Or was I meant to be

Something in between

And I feel the hangover

I won't be fully sober till at least the spring

And I feel a little angry

Like getting wasted on a temporary thing

Aah

Green and blue eyes, ships in the night

A mission that is suicide, to believe in anything,

A fault of mine a broken wing, careful baby, split your lip, it's cold outside Don't know if I'm equipped

And I feel the hangover

I won't be fully sober till at least the spring

And I feel a little angry

Like getting wasted on a temporary thing

Ahhhh