Smokey eyes, are you feeling good?
For now, you're here with me
Seems like we've waited long enough
For someone else to make us feel complete
It's not a bitter flavor, and it's not a sweeter drink
I'm scared to ask you if you would do the same for me
Smokey eyes; that's your name, isn't it?
At least that's what I call you
When I call you, do you shake the way I shake
When I call to say I'm through?
No, I shake the way you do at shows
So people know you're cool
Violently, but still controlled enough to screw
So help me make amends with all my friends
Most other people are just dead ends
There's nothing worse than making friends
Sticky thighs, are you wild now or just a memory?
Some people want to be your friend
Some people just want to be free
And the worst thing about me is that I'm somewhere in between
I might miss you, but I'm still trying to get clean
So help me make amends with all my friends
Most other people are just dead ends
There's nothing worse than making friends
You've had enough to drink
You know you're drowning in the flavor of
Cough syrup and Vicodin
You've got the bitter flavor down so
Dab the sweeter drink on a napkin, then
Hold it up to your mouth so you can sleep
Quiet lies that you're telling to
Those black and screaming skies
I hope you're walking around campus
Contemplating your own smallish size
This is not what all my idols told me college would be like
I hope someday you learn to take your own advice
So help me make amends with all my friends
Most other people are just dead ends
There's nothing worse than making friends
