Cherry Soda

Ugh, red, blue Tomorrow is another day Cover em in clothes and blings and things What'd you do when your head is full of concrete? Papercuts cover you Ears to your knees I think you had a heart attack back in the summer Whenever you spun thunderstorms all up from your fingers Go ahead, try to drive Far away, from the sky All the way, to your house Was it really obvious? I don't know too much about my liquor But I figured that it wasn't cherry soda It's scattered across the floor Like glass From the hood of your car On the way to the liquor store I don't need the lesson that you swore Tripping over waves Tripping over waves from your vial I don't hear the screams over everything Cleaver sings songs About the people that I used to know People that I used to love