Breaching the Barriers of Overindulgence

Breathe your breath on me I'm quite amazed
That I can't smell the liquor when its written on your face
And cream colored sheets in plastic sleeves
Whoever thought you'd be so academic in your sleep

But you're still just a girl who smells like sleep
And always feels the need to be in love with me and read
Far too much into what I say
And always deems it relevant to argue everyday

Turnaround, oh
Turnaround, oh
Turnaround, oh
Turnaround, oh

And please stop treating me like a disease
I'm actually quite apposed to the odor of the other breathe
Split out your orifice
When you breach the barrier of overindulgence

Turnaround, oh
Turnaround, oh
Turnaround, oh
Turnaround, oh

Calm down
Calm down
Calm down
Calm down

So consume your beverage of choice
Until you start to get a personality and voice
Yet you still don't deserve the time of day
Although the prospect of a late night rendezvous seems fair

Turnaround, oh
Turnaround, oh
Turnaround, oh
Turnaround, oh