Brye

Lyrics to LEMONS

There's a billion people on this planet that you could bother

But for some reason you chose me

I wish I could give the attention that you ordered

But I just don't have the energy

And maybe I'm the one who's being over-dramatic

But I don't think so

I do know for a fact, though, that you're a definite coward

And I think it might be time for you to go



You're a sour little boy

With a fragile masculinity

You saw me as your toy

Now that I'm not, you abuse me

You're a sour little boy

Absolutely no fun

You saw me as your toy

Now that I am not, you throw a tantrum



When life gives you lemons (L-E-M)

You don't make lemonade (O-N-S)

You use them to make girls cry (L-E-M-O-N-S)

You take those lemons (L-E-M)

No sugar at all (O-N-S)

And you squirt it right into our eyes (L-E-M-O-N-S)

When life gives you lemons

You don't make lemonade

You use them to make girls cry

You take those lemons

No sugar at all

And you squirt it right into our eyes

When life gives you lemons

You don't make lemonade

You use them to make girls cry

You take those lemons

No sugar at all

And you squirt it right into our eyes



I've tried to remain patient with your stupid shenanigans

But you've given me no other choice

You tried to knock me over by acting like you're above me

And pretending that I don't have a voice

And I don't wanna encourage your abusive behavior

But I just can't let you win

I'm legitimately tired of being walked all over

By these insecure babies who think that they're men



You're a sour little boy

With a fragile masculinity

You saw me as your toy

Now that I'm not, you abuse me

You're a sour little boy

Absolutely no fun

You saw me as your toy

Now that I am not, you throw a tantrum



And you squirt it right into our eyes

When life gives you lemons

You don't make lemonade

You use them to make girls cry

You take those lemons—with no sugar at all

And you squirt it right into our eyes

When life gives you lemons, you don't make lemonade

You use them to make girls cry

You take those lemons

No sugar at all

And you squirt it right into our eyes



(L-E-M-O-N-S)

Sour little boy

(L-E-M-O-N-S)

(L-E-M—)

Fragile masculinity

(L-E-M-O-N-S)

(L-E-M-O-N-S)

(L-E-M-O-N-S)

Squirt it right into our eyes