The queen of ice
Is coming home for the weekend
Swore she wrote off my hometown
And left it for dead
Don't expect any songs
In your name this year
'Cause I've been
Tossing and turning
But not over you, my dear
Paws off my tunes
You're just the salt to a sore
You don't get to have my songs
They're not about you anymore
And if I'm all out of luck
I guess there's nothing to see
I overread everything and everybody
It's just my latest sob story
It's just my latest sob story
It's just my latest sob story
I saw your sweat drip down in time
In a crowded bar
And I thought it was mine
I must have been
Out of my mind
I gave my best to the ghost
And we scavenged your room
I'm sick with trauma and guilt
I can't be following you
All of the handles that I hold
Turn to dust
'Cause I've the anti-Midas touch
I try not to think about it much
And if I'm all out of luck
I guess there's nothing to see
I overread everything and everybody
It's just my latest sob story
And if I'm all out of luck
I guess there's nothing to see
I overread everything and everybody
It's just my latest sob story
I saw your sweat drip down in time
In a crowded bar
And I thought it was mine
I must have been
Out of my mind
