Intuition - The Backseat Lovers

Call it intuition if you must

You’re still driving home at night while he’s wiping off your blush

Am I losing my mind

Are you taking your time

To get over, to get over

Call it intuition if you want

I’m still at the skatepark spilling all my precious blood

Do you want to know what I think

Pretty much sums it up with the color pink

Cause I’m not over, cause I’m not over

Now the paper’s out

And everybody knows about your little lies

Now the paper’s cut me up

And I’m the only guy that can’t seem to get it right

And your lips, are making their way around

Comes, and it goes

That’s over

Comes, around

I’d let you, but you’re over

Call it intuition if you must

You’re still driving home at night while he’s wiping off your blush

Am I losing my mind

Are you taking your time