I'm walking home a little drunk Thinking maybe that I suck I shouldn't of said that And why did I do that All these regrets And all this guilt I'm crying over split milk I can't break the habit Decend into madness And sometimes I lie in bed And the only thought that's in my head is I'm so bitter I'm made of lemons A citrus loser Grapefruit for breakfast I'm far from on it If I'm honest with you babe But I'd love it if you stayed And do you care that I swear every other word And have you noticed It's no bed of roses Being with a girl who Changes her mind And spends too much time in her own head Convincing herself that I'm so bitter I'm made of lemons A citrus loser Grapefruit for breakfast I'm far from on it If I'm honest with you babe If people were kinds of water I'd be the tap kind But slightly warmer Than you wanted If I'm honest with you babe But I'd love it if you stayed But hey maybe you like your water warm And with a slice of lemon and a straw