Hey there mister blue
I've been thinking of you
And those stories you'd tell
So somber and sweet
It leaves a taste of defeat
Like I'm living in hell
I waste all of my time
Filling up on life
And other pointless things
I fly high like a kite
Until you take a knife
And saw away at the string
Now I'm hitting my head
On things I didn't use to
I've got it out for me and you
I'm dead in the head
Living on the outside
I've got lemonade in my eyes
Hey friend of a friend
I'll be your new dead end
We can chatter like kids
I'm in a box on my own
But I don't feel alone
I got shoes on for kicks
We read in between the lines
Sometimes and that's alright
It makes us seem more alive
Now I'm hitting my head
On things I didn't used to
I've got it out for me and you
I'm dead in the head
Living on the outside
I've got lemonade in my eyes
Now I'm hitting my head
On things I didn't use to
I've got it out for me and you
I'm dead in the head
Living on the outside
I've got lemonade in my eyes
Hitting my head
On things I didn't use to
I've got it out for me and you
Dead in the head
Living on the outside
I've got lemonade in my eyes