| Woke up late again
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| 'Cause I couldn’t go to sleep til 4am
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| And I’m always stuck in my head
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| Wish I knew what it was like to not be such a mess
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| Cause Thursday, I’ll go out
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| Drink too much and call someone that I shouldn’t now
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| The next day, I’ll wake up and wonder what I was thinking
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| Part of me wishes I was someone else
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| While the other part’s always narcissistic as hell
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| The angels always trying to fight the devil on my shoulder
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| One day I’m in love and the other I’m a loner
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| Part of me’s depressed while the other side’s happy
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| Fear of missing out but I hate going to parties
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| The angels always trying to fight the devil on my shoulder
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| One day I’m in love and the other I’m a loner
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| Saw a picture on my phone
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| That I took of the sky in San Francisco
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| It always seems like the things I miss most are the ones that feel so simple
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| But Friday, I stayed home, when all my friends were out trying to get me to go
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| Then I feel so alone, and wonder what I was thinking
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| Part of me wishes I was someone else
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| While the other part’s always narcissistic as hell
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| The angels always trying to fight the devil on my shoulder
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| One day I’m in love and the other I’m a loner
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| Part of me’s depressed while the other side’s happy
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| Fear of missing out but I hate going to parties
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| The angels always trying to fight the devil on my shoulder
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| One day I’m in love and the other I’m a loner
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| (Part of me’s depressed) while the other side’s happy
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| (Fear of missing out) but I hate going to parties
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| (The angels always try to fight) the devil on my shoulder
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| (One day I’m in love) and the other I’m a loner |