Intuition

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 A melody 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 --- Intuition - The Backseat Lovers