Lemonade
You walked into the bathroom
To wash your troubles away
You always seem to go in there
About 20 times a day
I dropped you off at your therapist
Where you walked across the street
To the neon lights with the purple door
Where you passed out on your feet
Don't think I don't see it all
The beautiful high and the sobering fall begin
It's a kick ass day, wish you were here
Send a postcard telling me when you're here again
'Cuz I can't get through to you
There's a lot I could say, there's a lot I could do
If I had it my way, but I don't and you do
Makes me throw up to say that I cared at all
I gave a lot and now I'm shot
And shit like that's like sour lemonade, sour lemonade
I tried to call your favorite bar
But I got a drunk Australian
He talked a million miles an hour
But I can't tell what he's saying
Something about a song by KISS
And how they watched you piss yourself away
As the glass goes crashing to the floor
From the phone booth, I hear more delay
'Cuz I can't get through to you
There's a lot I could say, there's a lot I could do
If I had it my way, but I don't and you do
Makes me throw up to say that I cared at all
I gave a lot and now I'm shot
And shit like that's like sour lemonade, sour lemonade
There's a lot I could say, there's a lot I could do
If I had it my way, but I don't and you do
Makes me throw up to say that I cared at all
I gave a lot and now I'm shot
And shit like that's like sour lemonade, sour lemonade
Sour lemonade, sour lemonade
To wash your troubles away
You always seem to go in there
About 20 times a day
I dropped you off at your therapist
Where you walked across the street
To the neon lights with the purple door
Where you passed out on your feet
Don't think I don't see it all
The beautiful high and the sobering fall begin
It's a kick ass day, wish you were here
Send a postcard telling me when you're here again
'Cuz I can't get through to you
There's a lot I could say, there's a lot I could do
If I had it my way, but I don't and you do
Makes me throw up to say that I cared at all
I gave a lot and now I'm shot
And shit like that's like sour lemonade, sour lemonade
I tried to call your favorite bar
But I got a drunk Australian
He talked a million miles an hour
But I can't tell what he's saying
Something about a song by KISS
And how they watched you piss yourself away
As the glass goes crashing to the floor
From the phone booth, I hear more delay
'Cuz I can't get through to you
There's a lot I could say, there's a lot I could do
If I had it my way, but I don't and you do
Makes me throw up to say that I cared at all
I gave a lot and now I'm shot
And shit like that's like sour lemonade, sour lemonade
There's a lot I could say, there's a lot I could do
If I had it my way, but I don't and you do
Makes me throw up to say that I cared at all
I gave a lot and now I'm shot
And shit like that's like sour lemonade, sour lemonade
Sour lemonade, sour lemonade
Credits
Writer(s): Butch Walker
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