Vodka Cranberry

You say we’re fine, but your brown eyes Are green this time, so you’ve been crying It’s in the way you say my name So quick, so straight, it sounds the same As the time we took a break February fourth through the sixteenth of May So strange to be back at your place Pretending like nothing has changed, oh Speak up, I know you hate me Looked at your picture and cried like a baby Speak up, don’t leave me waiting Got way too drunk off a vodka cranberry Called you up in the middle of the night Wailing like an imbecile If you won’t end things, then I will Now I look dumb and you look mean You casually steal back your t-shirt And your Polo cap Yeah, I noticed that Yeah, I notice everything you do Since the time we took a break Everybody knows you don’t love me the same So cruel to be lying to my face ‘Cause I know what you’re too scared to say, oh Speak up, I know you hate me Looked at your picture and cried like a baby Speak up, don’t leave me waiting Got way too drunk off a vodka cranberry Called you up in the middle of the night Wailing like an imbecile If you won’t end things, then I will (Don’t make me do this to you) I will (Don’t make me do this, but I will) I will I will I will, I will, I will Speak up, I know you hate me Looked at your picture and cried like a baby Speak up, don’t leave me waiting Got way too drunk off a vodka cranberry Called you up in the middle of the night Wailing like an imbecile If you won’t end things Then I will