I know you don't love me anymore,
And that I shouldn't care what you think,
And I say I don't love you either,
But I don't know what I think.

It ***** I became a drug dealer,
At least the money's fine,
It makes me feel like the worlds ****,
I've felt this all the time.

I feel my hands shaking,
Every time I open my eyes,
I guess I'll just keep waiting,
Waiting on these cotton candy skies.