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