London bridge is falling
While I'm laying unphased in my bed
Don't know why I'm balling
Don't know why I'm stuck inside again
It's the end of the end I know I know
Every tear can be sewn to brand new
Everything's a mess that feels impossible to cleanup
I spilled milk onto my dress now I'm crying in the beatup car
I leased in 2020, I had a little money, god I need a little reup
Hurry pick the speed up
All of it's redundant
All of this repetitive cycle
Wind me up and settle it
Whine enough to feel out of control
It's the end of the end I know I know
Every tear can be sewn to brand new
Everything's a mess that feels impossible to cleanup
It's impossible to cleanup
Everything's a mess that feels impossible to cleanup
Hurry pick the speed up
Hurry pick the speed up
Hurry pick the speed up