And I don't mean in a sour way
First come first serve, I want what I deserve
At least in the way I try to pay
And the moon and the sun are almost done
Three days after she denies the light
I can't come when she's always running
She don't know a thing about life
And she looks lime green, with a sickly sheen
She don't need another to deceive
She lies like a lover and loves like a jester
And I strum and strum and don't believe
And the trash goes out, and I turn and shout
"I'm not your trash, I'm not your shit!"
But without warning she's thunderstorming
And I suddenly hate her a little bit
And she turns lime green, without staying clean
But I don't need a lemonade
Life gave me limes, and I know sometimes
You pour it on the wound, feel the pain
And these days end, we don't remain friends
The story ends, like they always do
To me it seemed she just turned lime green
And I am left with nothing true