Winn-Dixie

If u ask me why I’m running into you Only passing through Lips taste bitter when they don’t belong to you In your bedroom Years after I met you Moving far away soon Use my sleeve to blow your nose into Feeling like I might melt Sitting on a chair in hell If you’re nice to me you go to heaven If you’re mean to me you go to jail Fruit in the fridge I don’t have energy to eat it won’t be long til i’m feelin’ really bittersweet I don’t know your cold months I haven’t seen your winter clothes From here I could tell that You were shakin’ in your speedo I’m seeing you in paintings Your names rhyming with everything Allergic to your bee sting Which person are you worshipping? A broken foot on the box spring At least you recognize your feelings! Look forward to a lonesome evening, On ceilings were underachieving, You closed the window I’m forgiving, I am so happy that I’m leaving!