[Verse 1]
Smiles piled high
Frowns are down below
Keep me up all night
Nowhere else to go

[Verse 2]
Smiles piled [?]
Bad at being [yours or hers]
Attitude from hell
Thought of you at first

[Chorus]
Knuckle blood is tasty, mornings after sex becomes a mood
Cider, [?], beer I think I gave you things more than you
It's true