You walked into the bathroom   To wash your troubles away   You always seem to go in there   About 20 times a day      I dropped you off at your therapist   Where you walked across the street   To the neon lights with the purple door   Where you passed out on your feet      Don't think I don't see it all   The beautiful high and the sobering fall begin   It's a kick ass day, wish you were here   Send a postcard telling me when you're here again   'Cuz I can't get through to you      There's a lot I could say, there's a lot I could do   If I had it my way, but I don't and you do   Makes me throw up to say that I cared at all   I gave a lot and now I'm shot   And shit like that's like sour lemonade, sour lemonade      I tried to call your favorite bar   But I got a drunk Australian   He talked a million miles an hour   But I can't tell what he's saying      Something about a song by KISS   And how they watched you piss yourself away   As the glass goes crashing to the floor   From the phone booth, I hear more delay   'Cuz I can't get through to you      There's a lot I could say, there's a lot I could do   If I had it my way, but I don't and you do   Makes me throw up to say that I cared at all   I gave a lot and now I'm shot   And shit like that's like sour lemonade, sour lemonade      There's a lot I could say, there's a lot I could do   If I had it my way, but I don't and you do   Makes me throw up to say that I cared at all   I gave a lot and now I'm shot   And shit like that's like sour lemonade, sour lemonade   Sour lemonade, sour lemonade