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    We're only talking medals and can'ts   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 . . .