Lyrics Love Sick Stomach Ache (Sugar Coated Accident) - Bowling for Soup

I woke up today
That was my first mistake
Woulda been better off in the middle of the dream
I was havin' 'bout a brighter day
Yesterday, I gave my heart away
By the middle of the day you could search for sucker
And buy it now on ebay
Hold your head up and face the day
Seems like everybody's got a way
To say "I'm doing OK"
I'm OK as long as you're happy
Without me
Without my hand
To hold
Without my jacket
To keep me warm when you're cold
Oh yeah you're cold
Popsicle love and pie crust promises
Ice cream kisses that I'm really gonna miss
The Smithsonian, peppermint
Sugar coated accident, empty like a cavity
And now we're just history
And this is all I ever wanted
I can't take the heartbreak
Can I get something for my
Lovesick stomach ache?
I threw up today
I kinda sorta prayed
To go back in time and rewrite these lines
But I'll settle for a Bloody Mary
What's that, you say
You say you're not so OK
Lookin' down from the top of a thirty-foot drop
That's exactly what you wanted
Hold your head up and face the day
Seems like yesterday you got your way
But are you doing okay?
What's that you say?
You say you're not really happy
Without me
Without my hand
To hold
Without my jacket
To keep me warm when you're cold
This is all I ever wanted
I can't take the heartbreak
Can I get something for my
Lovesick stomach ache?
And this is much more than I needed
(Can I have some ginger ale?)
I feel the agony of the defeated
(Tell her she can go to hell)
And if you really wanna make me feel better
Just don't let her take the sweater
I was wearin' when I met her
'Cause I know she's gonna say it was hers
But it's mine
That shit is mine
Popsicle love and pie crust promises
Ice cream kisses that I'm really gonna miss
The Smithsonian, peppermint
Sugar coated accident, empty like a cavity
And now we're just history
Popsicle love and pie crust promises
Ice cream kisses that I'm really gonna miss
The Smithsonian, peppermint
Sugar coated accident, empty like a cavity
And now we're just history
Popsicle love and pie crust promises
Ice cream kisses that I'm really gonna miss
The Smithsonian, peppermint
Sugar coated accident, empty like a cavity
And now we're just history
Popsicle love