Light Blues

My lips
Probably taste like
Cigarettes and I promise I don't do this a lot
My hands
Are sweating so bad
I think I'm just nervous so just give me a shot

And I feel bad
About this
But you know how I get when I get stressed out
I do
The things you tend to hate
I know how you hate the taste of my lips
I know how you hate the taste of cigarettes
So I know how you hate the taste of my lips

Cheap drinks
And cheaper excuses
I never have too much in my pocket
But I keep something up my sleeve
It's your hands
They feel so much better than mine
They're steady, they're calm and they're not clammy
It feels nice

And I feel bad
About this
But you know how I get when I get stressed out
I do
The things you tend to hate
I know how you hate the taste of my lips
Cause I know how you hate the taste of cigarettes
So I know how you hate the taste of my lips