I ain't that mad though, I just don't like begin lied to
my tea's gone cold, I'm wonder why I got out of bed at all. the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all. and even if I could it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
I talk about you 24/7
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breath without me