Added Sugar

Cola on my nightstand, I hate added sugar But I kind of crave it when I feel a bit under The weather, she wrote me a letter It said, "Babe, get better," I think I might love her Up on my feet, dancing to a lighter beat But until then, I'll drink cola in the covers The covers, cola in the covers The covers, cola in the covers She says we all need a vice, not always, but just sometimes Some incentive, but I'm a bit obsessive Just need somе sleep, but I just started season three I live vicariously through TV teens Staring at a screen, my soul is craving drеams But until then, I'll drink cola in the covers The covers, cola in the covers The covers, cola in the covers I can do whatever, I could stay inside forever Time is shadows on my wall, sunlight and sensory withdrawals Middle of the summer, I should call my younger brother Between sips of added sugar, drinking cola in the covers Cola in the covers Cola in the covers