to the 7/11 twenty-five times now
i got the order of another
the sleep you stalk out in the living room flies away
from the morning and the weather
some people say i wrist slap shit away
some people say i got a temper
some people say who what why how and hey
some people say i'm getting better
to the bartender money from my pockets
i got a pair of lips to lather
to the store with a love for the waiting now
getting sick of how we gather
some people say i'd love you anyway
some people say you're like december
some people say who what why how and hey
some people say i wrist slap shit away
some people say i got a temper
some people say who what why how and hey