Well it's Monday morning again I think
Half full drinks fill up my room
My stomach's compromised I think
Should probably go do that one thing
Seemed important yesterday, but so did a lot of things
Move please move
My mind is telling me to study
Or at least to clean my f*cking room but wait
Why should I
I started to get started but instead I just got high
But why
Well the saddest part is I just can't learn
Half empty plans get taken up with whatever I prefer
I threw my phone into the trash outside
Just in case she decides to post more pictures of my
Replacement
Move please move
My mind is telling me to study
Or at least to clean my f*cking room but wait
Why should I
I started to get started but instead I just got high
But why
My hands are tied with stress and string
Life just keeps coming
I just keep running I watch
Grades go down bills go up and my
Overthought thoughts of you start to go haywire
Well it's Friday evening again I think
And she looks beautiful especially when she's standing next to me and I
Think she's the girl of my dreams
And she'll be here forever
Or at least until next week