Mark Hoppus - The Barber's Unhappiness lyrics

Do me a favor, would you please Hang up the receiver on me Before I, before I talk my vocabulary dry [Chorus] Cold colas to coexist Hold sodas in both her fists I...I'd hoped for a different you There's comfort in the clamor of cafés Solace from the abyss of days I...I'd hoped for a different you Still I trace your gaze But that's stalker praise, and I lack the turn of phrase Do me a favor, would you, my Doe Don't come over later, don't spend two days in a row I know my pre-calculated charm will soon run low [Chorus] Every morning through Ma's twin rose trellises Grammar, middle, and Lake High Barber college, through Ma's twin rose trellises I'd planned to pick for you a rose; my hell, this is A plan's as close as I'll ever get; my hell, this is I haven't yet, I haven't yet, I haven't yet... [Chorus] Do me a favor, be rational Save me the labor of the breakup call Just a**ume the worst When the phone don't ring, dismiss me to the hearse