Sticky

Throw your head back and you swoon
A little nauseous until noon
Before you lose yourself all over the room
Sipping Ovaltine, baking brisket
You hit me up cause you're feeling frisky
But I politely decline
I offer no service of mine

Can't you see the complicated picture between us
Maybe it's cause
You're worried of how you're seeming
Why do I still throw away the day
Just thinking about your feelings
And when they went sour baby

I know this feels so wrong you say
Can't be having it any other way
You'll adapt baby
It's the flood that you had in the evening
It's the river you got to be leaving
It's just spring cleaning

Close the tab and you appear
Swigging half a mouth of beer
Under a cap you hide some slicks of your hair
You never get to where you're asking
I pull my purse to hide my flask in
Nothing but nothing to do
I don't wanna fill it with you

And you and you and you
It's got to sting but it's still true
Wasn't bad the other day
And that's about all I can say
But you keep staying
It's getting late...
I'd better go

Third mimosa's pretty clear
Half forgotten you were here
Go for a walk and have one beautiful year
(Beautiful year)
It's not because my friends are picky
I kick my heels cause they're feeling sticky
Can't even get a reply
I offer no service of mine

Can't you see the complicated picture between us
Maybe it's cause
You're worried of how you're seeming
Why do I still throw away the day
Just thinking about my feelings
And when they went sour baby