Texty

I'm so bored I think I'll burn all my clothes Standing in the bathroom, singing alone I don't even like this song Rolling up, getting comfortable I've been drinking kitchen table coffee alone Can never get high enough Paint dries Like my tired eyes Rain cries I don't wanna go outside Can't think of other ways I wanna waste my time All I do is fuck around with words that rhyme I wish I didn't wonder why, I wonder why, why I It doesn't even matter all the things I say When nobody is listening to me anyway I don't even like my friends tonight I must be out of my mind I don't wanna go outside I walk my dog, but never too far from home 'Cause I need to make it back to watch That '70s Show I lay around on the floor I hate my phone 'Cause it reminds me that I'm alone I got people calling me But I let them know that I'm unavailable Paint dries Like my tired eyes Rain cries I don't wanna go outside Can't think of other ways I wanna waste my time All I do is fuck around with words that rhyme I wish I didn't wonder why, I wonder why, why I It doesn't even matter all the things I say When nobody is listening to me anyway I don't even like my friends tonight I must be out of my mind I might be standing Still as I can be But my mind keeps running and running in circles around me I might be waiting an eternity While my mind keeps running and running in circles around me Can't think of other ways I wanna waste my time All I do is fuck around with words that rhyme I wish I didn't wonder why, I wonder why, why I It doesn't even matter all the things I say When nobody is listening to me anyway I don't even like my friends tonight I must be out of my mind I might be standing Still as I can be But my mind keeps running and running in circles around me
Writer(s): Beatrice Miller, Christopher Blair, Dylan Bauld Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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