Cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup.. cabana
General frustration of being
I know it's late, the sun already wants to die
You already know what you're gonna tell me
The crowd that packs the bus
Has more room in your heart than I do
Cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
There's so many tears in the sea that another goodbye won't kill
Cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
That made me the end of our love