Smokey Eyes

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
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 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