Burnt Out Eyes

It's been two days since Tuesday

I know your grips are barely holding on loosely

But let's just try to make it another two days

I keep thinkin' it'll change but every week, you say

It's just a hickey, I know it's not

You're walking on eggshells while dodgin' raindrops

And I know them long sleeves ain't just fashion

So don't give me no excuse that he's just passionate

Six months you've been putting up with this

I remember when you told me that his kiss

Made you feel like you was at the top of Mount Olympus

He calls you tangerine, fitting he's got you twisted