Reed Appleseed - Tangerine Song Lyrics

You were talking behind my back
I was standing behind the rack
Of the guns at the grocery store
We were gearing up for the war
And when you noticed I was there
I threw my produce in the air
Oh, Reed you can't make a scene
So I picked up my tangerines
Dried my eyes on a magazine about finding love
And then when we took our seats
I just stared down at my feet
I couldn't look you in the eyes
At least not without starting to cry
And when you noticed I was there
I threw my produce in the air
Oh, Reed you can't make a scene
Dried my eyes on a tangerine
Ripped a page from a magazine about making love
As we shuffled out the room
You just stared down at your shoes
Its nice to know you feel the same
But what the f*ck are we supposed to say
'Cause when you noticed I was around
I threw my produce on the ground
Oh, Reed you can't make a scene
So I picked up my tangerines
And ripped a page from a magazine about finding love
I know you'd rather fare thee well
Than apologize
And Thad I know that you feel bad
Its in your eyes