Hot Trash - On the Other Hand Lyrics

Your eyes are red. Its only Monday
Can't seem to calm you down, I'm always pushed away
Break my back just to catch your fall
Crane my neck so I don't miss your call
You're no good for me So kill me quickly Let me burn and I'll drift away
Addicted to a lush. I'd call you on the phone but your voice is too much
You're just too much
So let's snap
Out of this rut
We're growing up. We're screwing up, Life's a game and we're f*cking up.
Trade clean air for a smog polluted sky
Crashing the orange as I drive into the night
Crashing the orange as I drive into the night (Smog polluted skies)
Your eyes are red. It's only Monday
Crashing the orange as I drive into the night
Your eyes are red. It's only Monday
It's too bad. We're getting old, it's sad
But were still struck with endless complications
It's too bad. We're getting old, it's sad
But we'll stay stuck in endless conversation
We're getting too old.