"Winn-Dixie" lyrics - WEDNESDAY

You ask me why
I'm running into you
You keep only passing through
Lips taste bitter when they don't belong to you
In your bedroom
Years after I met you
Move far away soon
Use my sleeve to blow your nose into

[Chorus:]
Feeling like I might melt
Sitting on a chair in hell
If you're nice to me you go to heaven
If you're mean to me you go to jail

Fruit in the fridge
I don't have energy to eat
It won't be long
'Til I'm feelin' really bittersweet
I don't know your cold months
I haven't seen your winter clothes
From here I could tell that
You were shakin' in your speedo

[Bridge:]
I'm seeing you in paintings
Name's rhyming with everything
Allergic to your bee sting
Which person are you worshipping?
Broken foot on the box spring
At least you recognize your feelings

Look forward to a lonesome evening
On ceilings we're underachieving
You closed the window I'm forgiving
I am so happy that I'm leaving