It's too late to take it easy
Guess I'll have to find out this week
What it's like to be twenty pounds of shit
In a ten-pound bag
I don't think about it often enough
To warrant any type of self-reflection
Everything is cool when I walk in circles for miles
I got no direction
And it was my
Belief that
Everything revolved around me
But it's cool
I've got a trick up my sleeve
And it's called drink 'til I fall asleep
Every conversation I have is too short now
I won't be discreet
I'd rather be home watching House M.D
And it's a reason but that reason couldn't lay here with me
It's too late for fake sorrys
Know that I'm a sucker for an enemies to lovers trope
I'd rather sit alone on this green couch
Than hear another story 'bout
How you used to party
Like a dickhead in high school
And it was my
Best try to
Fix everything but I can't
I lie awake in bed all day
And call in sick to work because I lack the motivation and now
Every conversation I have is too short
You feel like a disease
They couldn't diagnose on House M.D
And it's a reason but that reason couldn't lay here with me
Every conversation I have is too short
I wish you'd die on my screen
Like I was home just watching House M.D
And it's a reason but that reason couldn't lay here with me