Lyrics The Front Bottoms

The Front Bottoms

Awkward Conversations

Awkward situations followed by awkward hugs

And these bullshit conversations take what little air is left inside my

Nothing but I'm writing like I've had too much to drink

Letting go of what we lost

Come to terms of how you think of me

And I love what you've done, you cut all ties

You turned and run

You build me up, you take your fall

You led us straight into a wall

And I'll say, "I personally think it's too cold to have the windows open,

but you want to smoke your menthol cigarettes."

You might be leading now but there is no way you could ever win

When you have absolutely no control over any of the situations

That you put yourself in

And I wish I could pretend to be

All of the things you think you see in me

But I am not that guy, that guy just left

He had his collar up and there was smoke on his breath

And we have these parties for the way it was

But once the booze is gone, is it worth the buzz?

Because I've got some problems and I'm talking loud

And all your friends are here so word will get out that

I personally think it's too cold to have the window open

But you want to smoke your menthol cigarettes

And I personally think it's too cold to have the window open

But you want to smoke your menthol cigarettes.