Two hands, but never one to hold
Oh well, see you in the fold for drinks
Your pitcher on the bathroom sink
Tuesday, cool you didn't call
With my luck I'll see you at the show and freak
Whatever, I don't care at all
I lost your number in the breeze
'Cause I got so high
Always want it but I don't know why
Nobody wants to dance with you now
Broken feet for two, so blue and shy
Black boots dancing through the glass
Screws loose, spilling drinks all over my pants

Okay, got another boy
Backroom, the mirror, it breaks all over the floor
The stereo plays old Husker Du
See I lost you in the street
'Cause I got so high
I never want you to, don't say it bye
Nobody wants to dance with you now
Broken feet for two, so blue and shy
So blue, hah!
Lost your number in the breeze
'Cause I got so high
I always want it but I don't know why
Nobody wants to dance with you now
Broken feet for two, so blue and shy
Nobody wants to dance with you now
Broken feet for two, so blue and shy
So blue and shy
So blue and
So blue
So blue