Hippo - OMFG

What are the odds that in this timeline You give me your heart, but drop and break mine? Lookin' out for number one, aren't we all? Likelihood's high, but I'm here for it anyway This was bound to happen, if not now, then someday It was nice calling you "babe" for a while Chances are He's probably kissin' her like I used to Probably missin' her like I still do Every single day, probably She's probably tellin' him what she told me Probably tellin' him that he's the only Guy that she'll ever love, probably And I'll never love another like you, probably Not gonna lie, at first, I was surprised That fallin' as hard as I did felt that nice But these aches and pains have stayed past their welcome Nothing's guaranteed But we were meant to be Just leave my heart in pieces That's my destiny He's probably kissin' her like I used to Probably missin' her like I still do Every single day, probably She's probably tellin' him what she told me Probably tellin' him that he's the only Guy that she'll ever love, probably I'm probably better off loved and lost But probably should have known the cost Of gamblin' all of myself on all of you I probably thought you felt the same I'll bet you probably love the game Even more than you love me, probably And I'll never love another like you, probably Probably

"I'll be fine on my own," she said "I don't need you inside my head" (She'll be fine on her own, she'll be fine on her own) "I'll be fine on my own," she said "All my love's wrapped in shades of red" (She'll be fine on her own, she'll be fine on her own) No holds barred in the ring, so you'll fight me Give 'em hell, give 'em teeth like you taught me Tireless mess, seeking thrills, getting bitey When I'm in doubt Pudgy face, kissing lace in the backseat Wrinkled toss of the coin that I can't see Punch forget out of you to be like me Where around is enough for a family "I'll be fine on my own," she said "I don't need you inside my head" (She'll be fine on her own, she'll be fine on her own) "I'll be fine on my own," she said "All my love's wrapped in shades of red" (She'll be fine on her own, she'll be fine on her own) Growing pains, splaying rain on the high sea Scale a tree, snap a branch, so you can't leave On the ground, lost and found, understand me Putting words in my mouth, trying to get free Solid punch, kind of eyes, make 'em wobbly Gothic vine, growing fire in the lobby Lighten up, buttercup, get a hobby Yeah, swing, sucker, swing, finish sobbing (She'll be fine on her own) (She'll be fine on her own) (She'll be fine on her own) (She'll be fine on her own) (She'll be fine on her own, she said, she'll be fine on her own) (She'll be fine on her own, she said, she'll be fine on her own, she said) (She'll be fine on her own, she'll be fine on her own) (She'll be fine on her own, she said) (She'll be fine on her own, she'll be fine on her own, she said) (She'll be fine on her own, she'll be fine on her own) (She'll be fine on her own) I'll be fine, I'm alright, it's my body Gonna stick to my guns like you taught me Holy hell, I can tell that you hate me Dying moon, keep me up, keep me waiting I'll be fine, I'm alright, it's my body Gonna stick to my guns like you taught me Holy hell, I can tell that you hate me Dying moon, keep me up, keep me waiting Dying moon, keep me up, keep me waiting

I saw a cigarette contend It was the smell of death that kept strolling in Maybe that henna'd back of yours That held me back, back from keeping score There goes that moonboy Looking jungly With all his leaves a-growing Split down that long back He would've thought that If you got to know him True blue with your fists up You little kiss up Wishin' things were heavy That's fine in the end though Where'd all our friends go We can dip if you're ready I bet you take me for a fool Nothing like, like rules the cool sensation of Pollock and Jules Some weird abandon in the sheets Though the tongue tastes good My grammar's falling from the cheeks There goes that moonboy Looking jungly With all his leaves a-growing Split down that long back He would've thought that If you got to know him True blue with your fists up You little kiss up Wishin' things were heavy That's fine in the end though Where'd all our friends go We can dip if you're ready I was wrong You were a friendly kid I was wrong You were a friendly kid Fill the rafters Right field dances Baseball diamonds Take our chances out There's somethin' fiction 'bout the way that reality's going Seems like the chakra's playing hopscotch Anxiety growing Some cordial framework of the sunset A yellow made out of gray My bones are tired of the body That woke me up today There goes that moonboy Looking jungly With all his leaves a-growing Split down that long back He would've thought that If you got to know him True blue with your fists up You little kiss up Wishin' things were heavy That's fine in the end though Where'd all our friends go We can dip if you're ready I was wrong You were a friendly kid I was wrong You were a friendly kid I was wrong I was wrong I was wrong

Just two days after the first of June A pine with arms brushing off the dew Unlike a sky copious with death Precipitation of heart and head Should wash the rest of her youth away And carry on with it as she may But something's pending curvaceously 'Cause sunburned skin won't agree with me (It should've been me, it should've been me) (It should've been me, it should've been me) The pleasure's good as the pleasure's sound Chin held shut, so my heart can talk louder I was a mess, just like the pool Our days spent crossed out of Sunday school July has always been shy of June Some monsoon, monsoon, monsoon Come heavy of a golden hue My monsoon, monsoon, monsoon Monsoon, monsoon Monsoon, monsoon Monsoon, monsoon Monsoon, monsoon It should've been me, it should've, it should've been me It should've been me It should've been me It should've been me It should've been me It should've been me It should've been me It should've been me

Sometimes I call it Tuesday Sometimes I call it the best day of my life Maybe that was a Friday Making conversation with box of wine Oh, love, I'll only call you when I'm drunk On Tuesday On Tuesday Sometimes I think I'm mundane Sometimes I think I'm better off like my dad Maybe that's progressive Or maybe that's the working class Oh, love, I'll only call you when I'm drunk On Tuesday On Tuesday My friends say we are the lucky ones In terms of our relationship Alcoholic tendencies underneath our fingertips I think I love you I think I know you Or is it only liquor speak? I wanna love you I wanna know you Sometimes I call it a Tuesday Sometimes I think that I am doing fine Sometimes I call it a Tuesday Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day

When I forgot you, you came to mind Every trouble, back in your eyes and It's so cyclical, so why even try? Why even try to change? You're yourself way more than I am Being friends was in the palm of my hand But I let it fall and break, so why even try? Why even try to mend? On and on The feelings burst and then they fall 'Til later on We walk it back and patch things up On and on The feelings burst and then they fall 'Til later on We walk it back and patch things up Soon it will all disappear Maybe I will miss your voice in my ear But I can't go back now, so why even try? Why even try to hear? No more us No more we No more you No more me On and on (no more us) The feelings burst and then they fall (no more we) 'Til later on (no more you) We walk it back and patch things up (no more me) On and on (no more us) The feelings burst and then they fall (no more we) 'Til later on (no more you) We walk it back and patch things up (no more me) On and on (no more us) The feelings burst and then they fall (no more we) 'Til later on (no more you) We walk it back and patch things up (no more me) When I forgot you, you came to mind Every trouble, back in your eyes and I can't go back now, so why even try? You can't go back now, so why even try? No, we can't go back now, so why even try? Why even try to change?

I'm blind and afraid The colors of this sound like a shape The feast of words you never could say And I'm torn apart In the sun, there is red The epitaph of an old record player The sweetness in the salt of her hair And there's no decision I knew a girl once There were splinters from her thoughts Unless you knew a god With kindness in her heart You're a dark one With a knack for pushing boys off a cliff And the messy eyes of ink-splattered fits And it's all found in a page I need nothing more than my problems Just let me know when you've found them You've got mirth and I've got snow hands Eyes fell and haven't come up since Mary Dare me, scare me Oh, Mary I know a place out beyond these pines Where the sky falls down with the cumulus cries A winter song for a January type I could tame my heart I could blind my eyes, oh The river is an organ And the meadow is a church For a strange inclination That fortune is a curse I'm a cryptic writer I'm an ignorant fool I'm a poor excuse for poetry Trying to play it cool I'm just trying to play it cool I need nothing more than my problems Just let me know when you've found them You've got tact and I've got bravado I'm a ghost and you are a shadow I need nothing more than my problems Just let me know when you've found them You've got mirth and I've got snow hands Eyes fell and haven't come up since Mary Dare me, scare me Oh, Mary