Polaroid pictures on your sheets
Decaying faces, the same routine
Calling off for the second time this week
All I ever do is sleep
All my friends are paying off their loans
I don't even wash my sheets cause
Why bother, I'll always be alone
Would you wanna come over and hang out
Pick up all the shit you left at my house
What do we even have to talk about
What do we even have to talk about
Talk about
And all my friends have moved on with their lives
I'm still calling out for cigs inside
Cigs inside
Cigs inside
In everyone's house but mine
In everyone's house but mine
Polaroid pictures on your sheets
Forgotten faces, bitter memories
Bitter memories
Bitter memories
Bitter memories
