Call it intuition if you must
You're still driving home at night while he's wiping off your blush
Am I losing my mind
Are you taking your time
To get over, to get over

Call it intuition if you want
I'm still at the skatepark spilling all my precious blood
Do you want to know what I think
Pretty much sums it up with the color pink
Cause I'm not over, cause I'm not over

Now the paper's out
And everybody knows about your little lies
Now the paper's cut me up
And I'm the only guy that can't seem to get it right
And your lips, are making their way around

Comes, and it goes
A melody
That's over
Comes, around
I'd let you, but you're over

Call it intuition if you must
You're still driving home at night while he's wiping off your blush
Am I losing my mind
Are you taking your time