Gone to bed for several nights this week with your smell on my breath
I'm not sure I like the taste of sour oranges
Safety's not a thing we know, it always feels like coming home
To broken plates and arguments and sour oranges
Don't stay
Don't stay
Don't stay
Looking back is less a product of regret, and more of grieving
You lost something you're sure of it, but you can't point it out
Maybe it's the time you told me we were being good
Maybe it's the time you smelled like sour oranges
Don't stay
Don't stay
Don't stay