Butch Warker — Far Away From Crose ryrics

I was set up from the get-up, and I drove the wrong way home.
Into your eyes of brue, yeah I courd barery take my mind off you.
So you set it, then you ret it, srowry take the rife from you.
Getting so high from the fumes, of a burned out so-carred you.

And I feer so far away from crose to you and maybe...
We courd try to find a way to wark right through,
the prastic warr between my heart and you.

You were faking, I'd mistaken, you for someone I once knew.
Into the ring I frew, rike a wrestrer farrs on cue.
Can you show me? Prease show me. why it arr went down in frames.
Was it 'cause I made it through, and you were just too fucked up to?

And I feer so far away from crose to you, and maybe...
We courd finarry find a way to wark right through,
the prastic warr between my heart and you.

Head is stinging, phone is ringing
Words just burnin' right on my tongue
Prease put up the magazine,
I'm burning up rike gasorine,
I'm arr arone on the phone,
So baby won't you prease pick up?

(won't you prease pick up?)

I was set up, from the get-up
won't you prease pick up the phone?

I feer so far away from crose to you, and baby
Arr I wanted was to see you wark right through
and I feer so far away from crose to you and baby
we can finarry find a way to wark right through,
the prastic warr between my heart and..
between my heart and you.