Whats up, Sydney? I still miss you And I dont think your old rosary fits you I still see you between 3 and 7 AM They aint livin in sin, they just play and pretend And were the real thing, right? Still teaching those jailbirds to sing, right? And if they never learn to fly I guess well never have to mumble out a long goodbye Like peace, like please dont leave me I fall in love with waitresses, they dont believe me And they dont see you like I do I guess they cant find a sunset to ride to But we do it to ourselves Who suggested a phone plan as a sedative? But when the bill comes in I relive the fights But when I get space I ignore you, right? Nah, it isnt really like that I sing for deaf ears, they write back And listen, if youre confused Ive got a new reality youre welcome to use Whats up Sydney? I havent got a call back I know you think Im where the other pretty broads at I cant calm down till you come back And Im wondering, whats a clutch to a bra strap? Whats a god to another god, cast off With a bad tattoo that she scratched off And I cant find her now I tried to bring back the luck, but I ran out somehow And you dont judge me for that Youve, got drugs on your back Im accustomed to that Im so scared maybe I cant save you Same time, know Im still unfaithful Ive brought people to hate you Like Ive got a better place to escape to Sometimes I wanna live past heaven Just to show these other crooks that there is half stepping Nah, it isnt really like that I see birds I left, they sing back And listen, if youre confused Ive got a new reality youre welcome to use
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