Dr. Peppers Diagnosis by Hunter Hart Lyrics
Intro:
"Ice cold Doctor Pepper!"
Verse:
I've left the doctor pepper at work since you decided, things wouldn't work, you didn't give me a two weeks notice, you didn't even let me notice that your feelings were receding back into the sea that was far out from arms reach
Verse:
Living in the third dimension is giving me a headache, I can't seem to shake, now I'm dancing around my room, looking for a new tune that's not about you, maybe I'll just listen to pinkerton or blue
Chorus:
Hold my head in concrete until it’s the only thing that I can eat, i don’t want to hear, i want all your words to fall on my deaf ears
Verse:
I would dye my love the prettiest shade of platinum just to taste your tongue, but I wish i wasn’t sitting here making paper cliches, and watching groundhog day, trying to write better screenplays
Bridge:
I want to ride eight thousand hot air balloons until I hit the stars, and my head explodes, and my arms explode, and my legs explode, and my heart explodes in my chest
Chorus:
I’ll never get to call Dr. Pepper again after he left me that letter, I wish I could read it but I don’t speak Atlantic
Outro:
"The advice was free, not the Dr. Pepper"
"Ice cold Doctor Pepper!"
Verse:
I've left the doctor pepper at work since you decided, things wouldn't work, you didn't give me a two weeks notice, you didn't even let me notice that your feelings were receding back into the sea that was far out from arms reach
Verse:
Living in the third dimension is giving me a headache, I can't seem to shake, now I'm dancing around my room, looking for a new tune that's not about you, maybe I'll just listen to pinkerton or blue
Chorus:
Hold my head in concrete until it’s the only thing that I can eat, i don’t want to hear, i want all your words to fall on my deaf ears
Verse:
I would dye my love the prettiest shade of platinum just to taste your tongue, but I wish i wasn’t sitting here making paper cliches, and watching groundhog day, trying to write better screenplays
Bridge:
I want to ride eight thousand hot air balloons until I hit the stars, and my head explodes, and my arms explode, and my legs explode, and my heart explodes in my chest
Chorus:
I’ll never get to call Dr. Pepper again after he left me that letter, I wish I could read it but I don’t speak Atlantic
Outro:
"The advice was free, not the Dr. Pepper"