My alarm clock Keeps yelling at me to wake up I don't wanna right now it's too hot I guess you call this a Midwest Summer Text from my girlfriend saying it's a bummer That I gotta be gone for two weeks and When I get back it's wash rinse and repeat But that's the price I pay to be here And now my problem is I can't stop I've still got some time on the clock I'm in the paint to take my shot I guess you call this a Midwest Summer Text from my girlfriend saying it's a bummer That I gotta be gone for two weeks and When I get back it's wash rinse and repeat I'm in too deep I'm stuck between What I have and always wanting more Missing moments I know I should have been there for What's the point of everything I've been working towards? Reside myself to sleeping on another stranger's floor But that's the price I pay to be here