You spend too much time

Dwellin in some sweet after words

The past is a puddle

There's a flower in the middle

That could be yours

If you'd sing a little softer

Pay a little more attention to

The atmospheres

You can't tell it like it is

If you can't tell it like it is

Without asking

You can't tell it like it is

If you can't tell it like it is

Without explaining

You can't tell it like it is

If you can't tell it like it is

Without complaining

You can't tell it like it is

If you can't tell it like it is

Without drinking