[Verse 1]
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”

[Chorus]
So help me make amends with all my friends
Most other people are just dead ends
There’s nothing worse than making friends

[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
So help me make amends with all my friends
Most other people are just dead ends
There’s nothing worse than making friends

[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus]
So help me make amends with all my friends
Most other people are just dead ends
There’s nothing worse than making friends