| Is he here? |
| Are you making out?
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| I can you hear you guys on the couch
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| Shut up. |
| Make out.
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| Do something already, I’m waiting
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| After reading that text from your friend
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| I started losing all my confidence
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| So I’ll stay tired, I know soon I’ll be bailing
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| Then you, you ask if I gotta leave
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| And I wish that I could say no
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| My head is on the verge of exploding
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| No amount of aspirin or pizza could help this from hurting
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| And now I’m turning to you scared shitless
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| Hoping this song goes well
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| Can we highlight the fact that
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| My mouth smells like coffee and garlic?
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| The five cups I had this morning are getting to me
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| (I gotta go, I got the worst fucking spins)
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| Then you, you ask if I gotta leave
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| And I wish that I could say no
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| But we’re so caught up in the moment
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| And I just need a second to catch my goddamn breath
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| To hell with the spins, I’m staying
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| There’s no good reason why I should leave your bed tomorrow
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| We can watch Planet Earth and brainstorm tattoos
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| To hell with class, I’m skipping
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| Let’s order food and sleep in
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| I’ve got so much to do
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| But it’s ok cause whatever, forever
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| To hell with the spins, I’m staying
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| There’s no good reason why I should leave your bed tomorrow
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| We can watch Planet Earth and brainstorm tattoos |