Butterscotch Stanley - The Real Yellow Lyrics

Well it seems that I've got less and less and less reasons for my actions, I took too many actions
And I know this cycle leads to distress but you are the distraction, you are the distraction
Who's counting up the score cause I can see the one
This has become a chore cause I'm under the gun
I can only hope it's for the best but we force our attraction
It looks like you're okay, you found another chump
You keep making head way and I get sucker punched
Let us move into the grey, into rainy days, Morrissey's okay
There are much too many ways to f*ck up
To f*ck up and decay