Roadblock

She ain't real She acts likes a stranger When she walks by Thinking she plays her own game She makes me smile Whenever she's around Lemons seem sweet to you But in the end you're just a fool in her mixed-up stew That roadblock between your ears Disconnects common and sense You are not a part of her jet black heart I'm no longer there for you Wake up You're acting like a stranger When you walk by Think you Control your own game You make me sigh Lemons seem so sweet when I look at you But in my band there is no place for another fool You can't decide who to choose So bright orange is turning blue Was the grass greener on the other side