Beantime

Hands are tied closely together
Can't you see I'm under the weather
I can feel my coffee is getting
Colder with each sip

Eyes are glued to me from the counter
Watching while the clock spins around oh
I can feel my patience is growing
Older with each sip

Sugar and spice don't make everything nice
So overpriced and I've got only fives

Sugar and spice don't make everything nice
Made up of lies that they're telling their wives

Nails are shrinking down to infinity
And still I'm watching the city I
Can feel my pastry is getting colder as it sits

All the pictures behind the counter
Join the eyes in staring me down oh
I can feel my shaking is growing bolder as I sit

Sugar and spice don't make everything nice
Ba ba ba ba ba
So overpriced and I've got only fives
Ba ba ba ba ba

Sugar and spice don't make everything nice
Made up of lies that they're telling their wives

But in the meantime won't you be mine
In the meantime won't you be mine
In the meantime
Meantime
Meantime
Meantime
Won't you be mine
Be mine

Hands are tied closely together
Can't you see I'm under the weather
I can feel my coffee is getting
Colder with each sip



Credits
Writer(s): Jite Sido, Madeline Yara, Myles Drayton, Trent Belikoff
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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