How's your sunburn?

I'm going somewhere but it's so hard to tell.
Let me tell you something about,
Living in hell.
It's always comfy in the colder spots,
You pass me a beer and I'm clumsy
Spill my coffee on the rug.

I'm tired of opening-up
The blackhole box
Track down a pen and paper
To write down a reminder
And try to read it later
I finally found out how to amuse myself to death
I finally figured out how to wear myself out,
Until I have no breath

Speaking of,
How's your lungs?
How's your sunburn?

Is that polish?
I don't know, it's hard to tell
(do you have a sweatshirt I could borrow? It's cold as hell)
(take away that knife you're holding)
It's always comfy in the hotter spots,
I get up shaking just to turn the AC off.

Speaking of,
How's your lungs?
How's your sunburn?
Oh right- you're just drunk

And what made you feel like a winner?
And what made you feel like a loser?
In your eyes, I'm blinded...
In your eyes, I'm wrong.



Credits
Writer(s): Beverley Buchanan, Justin Sczesny
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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