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