Makes me sad, that you make me so glad
How'd things ever, ever get this damn bad
You see, I'm over-sleeping, not sure who to blame
Spending all my time and money on people I could name
I'm reeling from your fever, roses and ginger
Don't point your finger
I'm free, I'm free
I'm liver than I'll ever be
Beg to question all the attention that you got
Never go there, or ever touch that damn spot
Hot like a spur or empty as your pockets
Keep me in mind the moment you're all tied up in nonsense
I'm reeling from your fever, roses and ginger
Don't point your finger
I'm free, I'm free
I'm liver than I'll ever be