I know I’m at fault here We’re no lemon and lime You filled my wounds with your salt dear And you’re just wasting my time Yeah you're just wasting my time Usually I have crystal clear vision But I can’t find my lens Thank you for all the time that you’ve given But you’re just not my friends Let’s go to the fabric store To fix the clothes that I never wore I don’t fit in my Sunday best And my hand me downs were never pressed I know I’m at fault here We’re no lemon and lime You filled my wounds with your salt dear And you’re just wasting my time Yeah you're just wasting my time