| Who am I to judge
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| The people who don’t care for me
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| When I don’t care about them either
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| And who am I to judge
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| The friends that I once thought I knew
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| They’re all off doing what they wanna do
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| I’m falling to pieces
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| When I’m on my own
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| Even though I’m a walking emotion
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| And I can’t go a day without you
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| I saw myself as less and you saw high above me
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| But I hope that you can learn to love me
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| 4 seasons, they’ve flied by
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| And I cry usually in the evening
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| Before I calm myself and start sleeping
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| And I’m a-sleeping 'cause each weekend is like a Monday to me
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| She stays behind a bar at work
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| So I’m getting Redbull for free
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| And I’m so bored of being awkward
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| I hit my head against a door
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| All night she may be much less awkward, I’m not so awkward anymore
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| And I’m flying back to LA
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| And I can’t wait for her to see
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| And I’m not fucking with first class
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| But I sure like a sleeper seat, so
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| I’ll find a spot that’s just for me and see if I can cope without an ounce of
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| pain, without an ounce of pain
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| Now that you’re around I pray you don’t go
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| And we don’t even need to mention all the things that matter
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| Or anything you’re stressing 'bout
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| Just tell why your day was good
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| And love me after hours
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| Now that you’re around I pray you don’t go
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| 'Cause since you made me social, I’m not longer even solo
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| So thank you, and thanks bro for the white shirt in the front row
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| Sweatshirt that’s young me playin' Erica, afro
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| Way back, back when I would have worn a snapback
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| But fuck that, fuck that
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| And I hate myself for what I’m 'bout to say
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| But I feel as if it’s time to get away
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| I’ll find a spot that’s just for me and see if I can cope without an ounce of
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| pain, without an ounce of pain
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| Said the likelihood just frightens me and it’s easier to hide
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| But I can’t ignore it endlessly, eventually things die
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| But if only he’d remember my name
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| One final time
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| I said the likelihood just frightens me and it’s easier to hide
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| But I can’t ignore it endlessly, eventually things die
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| But if only he’ll remember my name
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| One final time
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| I said the likelihood just frightens me and it’s easier to hide
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| But I can’t ignore endlessly, eventually things die
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| But if only he’ll remember my name
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| One final time
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| All the things that matter
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| Or anything you’re stressing about, just tell why your day was good
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| And love me after hours
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| Now that you’re around I pray you don’t go
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| 'Cause since you made me social, I’m not longer even solo
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| Said the likelihood just frightens me and it’s easier to hide
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| But I can’t ignore it endlessly, eventually things die
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| But if only he’ll remember my name
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| One final time |