Goody Grace - Girls In The Suburbs Singing Smiths Songs lyrics

She don't hit me up anymore, no Things that were fun just ain't fun anymore, no Six in the morning I know I should go home But I, uh- huh High as f** and the clock's screaming tick-tock Girls in the suburbs singing Smiths songs I know that it's wrong I don't know what I'm doin, but Baby one day it'll all make sense Baby one day it'll all make sense Baby one day it'll all make sense But I just don't know when And it feels like the end And all of my friends Said That I should get my mind off of the wrong things I should probably tear off all my heart strings You can't pull them no more, no Can I pa** out on your floor Can I have a little more so I can Hear you babble on some more about him About him, yeah I got a little water bottle full of whiskey Oh you lookin pretty like a model you should kiss me You so cool with your d** and your ripped jeans I'm with you, but you ain't with me, no, no Baby one day it'll all make sense But I just don't know when And it feels like the end And all of my friends, said That I should get my mind off of the wrong things I should probably tear off all my heart strings You can't pull them no more