[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