[Verse 1]
Smokey eyes, are you feeling good?
For now, you're here with me
Seems like we've waited long enough
For someone else to make us feel complete
It's not a bitter flavor
And it's not a sweeter drink
I'm scared to ask you if you would do the same for me
Smokey eyes— that's your name isn't it?
At least that's what i call you
When i call you do you shake the way i shake when i call to say i'm through? “no, i shake the way you do at shows so people know you're cool...
Violently but still controlled enough to screw.”
[Chorus]
So help me make amends with all my friends
Most other people are just dead ends
There's nothing worse than making friends
[Verse 2]
Sticky thighs, are you wild now or just a memory?
Some people want to be your friend
Some people just want to be free
And the worst thing about me
Is that i'm somewhere in between;
I might miss you but i'm still trying to get clean
[Chorus]
So help me make amends with all my friends
Most other people are just dead ends
There's nothing worse than making friends
[Verse 3]
You've had enough to drink
You know you're drowning in the flavor of
Cough syrup and vicodin
You've got the bitter flavor down so
Dab the sweeter drink on a napkin, then
Hold it up to your mouth so you can sleep
Quiet lies that you're telling to
Those black and screaming skies...
I hope you're walking around campus
Contemplating your own smallish size
This is not what all my idols told me college would be like
I hope someday you learn to take your own advice
[Chorus]
So help me make amends with all my friends
Most other people are just dead ends
There's nothing worse than making friends