| I want to be like Drake and Rihanna
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| Sitting courtside at your favorite basketball games, holding hands
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| Eating six dollar popcorn and yelling at some fucking guy front of me in the-
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| stands
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| 'Cause he’s too tall, and I can’t see
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| And I’m scared 'cause he’s way bigger than me
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| Well you hate my hair and you hate my pants
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| Can’t understand why I stay up late getting drunk with my friends
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| 'Cause it makes me feel like I’m still fun
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| Makes me feel like you’re not gone
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| But your room is empty now
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| And your bed is just a couch
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| And I just wish that you could get my emails
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| I wish I could just call you up
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| And tell you that I miss you
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| But I’m doing fine, are you alright?
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| And I- I know it sounds insane, but
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| You’re stuck inside my brain
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| And all I want is to return
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| To the safety and comfort of your bed
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| I like to think that I know some things about myself
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| But I can’t help feeling like a huge douche when I’m around you
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| Fuck all your friends and their stupid conversations about how it isn’t fair to
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| be us
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| To be young, and dumb, and sad, and scared
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| And tired, and hungry, and undervalued, and overwhelmed
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| When all I want to do is smoke some weed and stay in bed |