I'm walking home a little drunk
Thinking maybe that I suck
I shouldn't of said that
And why did I do that
All these regrets
And all this guilt
I'm crying over split milk
I can't break the habit
Decend into madness
And sometimes I lie in bed
And the only thought that's in my head is
I'm so bitter
I'm made of lemons
A citrus loser
Grapefruit for breakfast
I'm far from on it
If I'm honest with you babe
But I'd love it if you stayed
And do you care that I swear every other word
And have you noticed
It's no bed of roses
Being with a girl who
Changes her mind
And spends too much time in her own head
Convincing herself that
I'm so bitter
I'm made of lemons
A citrus loser
Grapefruit for breakfast
I'm far from on it
If I'm honest with you babe
If people were kinds of water
I'd be the tap kind
But slightly warmer
Than you wanted
If I'm honest with you babe
But I'd love it if you stayed
But hey maybe you like your water warm
And with a slice of lemon and a straw
