Sober - Halfcocked
Bought my lover a new best friend To get him out of the rut he's in Eight hundred options to squish through and He hasn't bid on a single brand But you're not what I want And I'm not what you need Your order a million colors But you can't exchange me Well, I'm tuning in, to hear what he told her And I'm one day off, from over exposure How can I just sit back When I'm two days closer to being passed over And I'm not in love When I'm sober, I'm sober, I'm sober, I'm sober I bought my lover an open book He couldn't bother to take a look But you're not what I want And I'm not what you need You take back a million words But you can't erase me Well, I'm tuning in, to hear what he told her And I'm one day off, from over exposure How can I just sit back When I'm two days closer to being passed over And I'm not in love When I'm sober, I'm sober, I'm sober, I'm sober, hey And I'm tuning in, to hear what he told her And I'm one day off, from over exposure How can I just sit back When I'm two days closer to being passed over And I'm not in love When I'm sober, I'm sober, I'm sober, I'm sober, sober
Artist: Halfcocked
Title: Sober