Dress Your Mother Made You

I don’t know why you always worry
When I wake up and last night is so blurry
I may not be coherent but I still say
That you’re overreacting
Yes I think your eyes match the hue
Of the dress your mother made you
The way the strap falls off so
But only if you say so
Now you wanna sit down for a few
You wanna break up
Me and you
Well I’d be more pissed about this
If I wasn’t so emotionally detached
Things started off so shallow
But now they’ve gone completely anemic
You’re saying I’m sick don’t come over
But come on, you can’t catch a hang over
So come on in for a drink or two
We should have some time before this is through