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 . . .