Friday night They outside I'm in here With my mirror With my tears With my fear I can't stand next to my peers I feel small I feel gross I'm gone drink up fuck your toast Two AM by myself I'll order the usual Text from pops He in Spain I guess he gone call me soon My heart drops I'm in pain Heard he won an Emmy too Three A.M I passed out Dreamt of her inside my house Four A.M I woke up I don't really like this love It hearts me So I seek Things that will put my above Birds chirping It's morning Justifies why I'm so shlumped