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