You don't like the colour orange - push baby

Blue hair dye on your pillow

You’ll regret it in the morning

Blue hair dye on your pillow

I guess I’ll never meet your friends, yeah

I don’t know why

You’ve been saving a space in the back of your mind for me

So let’s just play pretend

You knew there was something about me

But I can’t give you my jacket cos it’s not black

You don’t like the colour orange

So I hope you call me up when you’re too drunk

(Yeah I’m only being honest)

And I know that buying flowers was a little too much

And I know they’re probably dead by now

But I can’t give you my jacket cos it’s not black

You don’t like the colour-

Blue hair dye on your pillow

I’ll forget it in the morning

Blue hair dye on your pillow

I guess we won’t be more than friends

And I don’t know why

You’ve been saving space in the back of your mind for me

So let’s just play pretend

That you’ve been making a place in your life for me

But you’re so out of the blue

In the dark, seeing red

Is it me seeing you for the person you are?

Is it dead?

You knew that there’s something about me

But I can’t give you my jacket cos it’s not black

You don’t like the colour orange

So I hope you call me up when you get too drunk

(Yeah I’m only being honest)

And I know that buying flowers was a little too much

And I know they’re probably dead by now

But I can’t give you my jacket cos it’s not black

You don’t like the colour orange

She said

«Sorry that phone call was a bit here nor there

I think that I adore you, at the moment I’m not ready

To be more than what’s going on

(I am upset)

I am obsessed with you and I adore talking to you

But it makes me feel sad and upset that I can’t give you what you want»

Oh tear me down

Yeah I mean that

Oh I need that

Oh tear me down

Yeah I mean that

Yeah I need that

Oh I need that

But I can’t give you my jacket cos it’s not black

You don’t like the colour orange

So I hope you call me up when you get too drunk

(Yeah I’m only being honest)

And I know that buying flowers was a little too much

And I know they’re probably dead by now

But I can’t give you my jacket cos it’s not black

You don’t like the colour orange

Blue hair dye on your pillow

I guess I’ll never meet your friends