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 pa*sed 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 a*s 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 gla*s 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