I know I’m at fault here
We’re no lemon and lime
You filled my wounds with your salt dear
And you’re just wasting my time
Yeah you're just wasting my time
Usually I have crystal clear vision
But I can’t find my lens
Thank you for all the time that you’ve given
But you’re just not my friends
Let’s go to the fabric store
To fix the clothes that I never wore
I don’t fit in my Sunday best
And my hand me downs were never pressed
I know I’m at fault here
We’re no lemon and lime
You filled my wounds with your salt dear
And you’re just wasting my time
Yeah you're just wasting my time
