I dropped the pill on the floor, then
I couldn’t find it anymore
So who the hell makes an orange floor, and
I don’t care if it was built with love
 
But you know you ain’t my doctor 
So who are you to lecture me like that
I know just how it ends, and yet 
It’s the start that bores me to death
Not even if I could 
And not even if I should 
God knows what is worse, dear, people or solitude
Your sweet voice may fool them, but I can smell a sour breath on you
I lost my train of thought, so
You don’t have to pretend you’re here
A guilty laughter I just can’t help, I know 
While your bitter lips I can grip
The smell of your acid tongue, though 
How can you keep it in?
Tell me in the name of what, love 
We’ll just keep keeping it in
Not even if I could 
And not even if I should
God knows what is worse, dear, people or solitude
Your sweet voice may fool them
but I can smell a sour breath on you
Not even if I could 
And not even if I should
God knows what is worse, dear, to keep a lie or
to bear this truth
Your sweet voice may fool them, but I can smell
a sour breath on you…
I can smell a sour breath on you…
smell a sour breath on you…
I can smell a sour breath on you…
You turn your back
and I still smell it on you.
