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