In orchestra you were buzzed, said you were just tired
The lack of sleep has got your eyes red, and your brain dead
Little did you know, I could smell it on your breath
And tell from your steps; I knew all along
Don't flip this to be in my best interest
The hair on your head has smelled less like flowers lately
And more like the strawberry clouds floating further into your lungs
Little did you know, I heard from your friends, and you'll soon see our end
Cause you could never tell the truth
Don't flip this to be in my best interest
Please don't do this to me baby, you're the one to drive me crazy