Getting on the bus
Started dreaming
Wondering what the day
Has in store for me
Thinking about what to say
That might change everything in a good way
Turned on lil peep
Watching the world go by
Its too bad he had to f*cking die
My mind is so wrong but so right
Visioning what could happen tonight
Just roll with me Bus ridin
I don't really care what the time is
If it was up to me there would be fun
But you rather get up and f*cking run
Checking social media makes me enraged
Why do I have to be this f*cking way
Im not trying to stay in the past
And rub it out cause I was an ass
Looking over to the side I see a girl
Lost in her mind
Play on my phone to pass the time
Its so cold and dark in the morning
Like my thoughts that seem to be turning
My jacket is a safe space
Where no one can integrate
Whenever I first started to take the bus
Everyone was social as can be
Now most are in there own world
In which its weird to touch and commmunicate
Once its time to get off the bus
I feel hopeless and a hint of lust
All the thoughts went to no effect
But the day keeps on going with much neglect
When I get back im usually happy
Check my phone to see what's up with everybody
The thoughts resurface in my sense
Taking a nap kind of makes everything ok
By now im done with all my friends
Curled up in a ball wanting this to end
Wanting to sing what on my mind
Locking it way wanting no-one to betray
Thanking my bus driver for the ride
In which some people you can't satisfy
Can't wait for the next day cycle
Because it goes on repeat the denial