Lotus Eater
I can never be like you, I don't ever talk like that You smile with a sparkler drink and stumble in your lipstick mess Well, Hollywood philosophies, yeah, it's a tragedy But you keep hanging on with a vacant look Just waiting around for someone to take you home * And I know you know I'm not the one I'm sorry I was late, I didn't wanna come Oh no, man, it's just not that much fun (Ooh) Well, my eyes are wandering, can we just eat the news And dance around the room in a scattered point of views Take my hand and breathe, babe, just count to three I wish that I could blink and turn all your words Into ice cubes so I could fill my drink Bsus (Ah) Oh man, well, I think I gotta run! (Ooh) Well, hey, what's that called when you're sitting on your couch And having fun just being by yourself Wondering why we can't commit to love The things that we got we always want more of