Smokey Eyes - Lincoln

Smokey eyes, are you feeling good?

For now, you’re here with me

Seems like we’ve waited long enough

For someone else to make us feel complete

It’s not a bitter flavor, and it’s not a sweeter drink

I’m scared to ask you if you would do the same for me

Smokey eyes;

that’s your name, isn’t it?

At least that’s what I call you

When I call you, do you shake the way I shake

When I call to say I’m through?

«No, I shake the way you do at shows

So people know you’re cool

Violently, but still

Controlled enough to screw»

So help me make amends with all my friends

Most other people are just dead ends

There’s nothing worse than making friends

Sticky thighs, are you wild now

Or just a memory?

Some people want to be your friend

Some people just want to be free

And the worst thing about me

Is that I’m somewhere in between

I might miss you

But I’m still trying to get clean

So help me make amends with all my friends

Most other people are just dead ends

There’s nothing worse than making friends

You’ve had enough to drink, you know you’re

Drowning in the flavor of cough syrup and Vicodin

You’ve got the bitter flavor down, so

Dab the sweeter drink on a napkin, then

Hold it up to your mouth so you can sleep

Quiet lies that you’re telling to

Those black and screaming skies

I hope you’re walking around campus

Contemplating your own smallish size

This is not what all my idols told me college would be like

I hope someday you learn to take your own advice

So help me make amends with all my friends

Most other people are just dead ends

There’s nothing worse than making friends