I should have left your lies behind a slammed door,
recently thrown closed cause it's not like before,
sitting here hoping this cigarette will cure this regret,
or even help me forget another cute brunette,
ruining Blue & Yellow, i'm an artist that feels used,
if you were just a hook up you'd feel used too,
from the beginning you fooled me into winning,
slyfully grinning and mastering your printing,
i should have known, presently i know it can't be fixed,
you are gas and i water, we just can't be mixed,
one stays on top of the other, less caring,
you're the reason this sad season of mine is airing,
i'm blowing medical so i don't think another credible,
my feelings for you were not very sensible,
looking for payback, keeping the truth hid,
i would know, it's what i once did.